curiosity and the fox. [p]

[HOTARU SATSUMA]

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Turns out that your change of costume actually worked out. The secretary in the hall was gossiping with the cook who had abandoned his soup for a few minutes. Though anyone paying close attention would probably notice the masculine facial features of the new 'maid', the dull color scheme of the uniform and the familiarity of seeing it constantly caused both workers eyes to just glaze over as you stepped out of the room and made your way to room S.

Rooms S and K are joined and relatively empty. Serving as an entry way, the only furniture is a few tables holding vases tucked against the wall, paintings hung in ornate frames, and a few chairs spread up and down the hall way. It appears that the only thing standing between you and the goal is 1 man, standing in room K outside of room D's east entrance who was smoking a pungent cigar. You know the drill!

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It worked, it worked! Regardless of how humiliating or degrading the plan had been, the sheer exhilaration of it succeeding restored Finnian's enthusiasm. Stepping through into the connected hallways of S and K, it appeared Lady Luck had finally smiled upon the grey-haired maiden. That sexist bitch. Painting and vases adorned the walls of the large room, each of which probably worth a mission in itself to steal. The goal today, however, was to get into the room at the end of hallway K, which the pirate saw was mostly unguarded entrance into room U as he peered around the corner of room S into hallway K.

There were a few problems though; a single man was standing outside a side door of room D. He was smoking a large cigar, suggesting his position was of far superior significance to his previous adversities prior. He seemed pretty tall and muscular, but then, so did most marines thanks to their compulsory training. Then, the unguarded entrance of room U suggested a sophisticated lock or a strong defence mechanism within. First, eliminate the man, and then access the inner sanctums of room U.

Finnian had no idea of what was behind him either, in room D. In fact, the entire conjoined room of S and K was potentially a deadly trap. There were too many areas where unknown factors could come in; the door to O, the door to F, the stairs up and down, and of course the door to D. Starting a fight in here would be the worst idea possible, considering the extra factor of the vases adorning the edges of the room.

That left deception as the only option. It seemed rather boring, considering that the mission so far had consisted only of it, and of course it wasn't exactly his forte. Push had pretty much come to shove, and wasting all his efforts so far would be out of the question. Finnian decided the seduce the man. Humming the gentle tune in as similar a way as the pirate had heard previously, he would half-step into the line of sight of the cigar smoking gentlemen, with the pirate’s back facing towards him. He would begin undoing the strings on the back of his maid dress, only minor partially before stepping back behind the half wall between room S and K.

If the man outside door D had fallen for the literal trap, Finnian would withdraw allow the man to approach, before withdrawing his wire garrotte and slicing with the element of surprise on his side. If not, the man should still be confused and attempt to check out the situation, in which case, the pirate would attempt to disarm him in close combat, still with surprise in his advantage.

Taking into account how uncomfortable the secretary was in the black dress previously, Finnian figured there would be a good chance there were at least a few perverts in this building. Let’s hope this man was one of them.

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As you make your way down the ornate hallway, the marine's eye is immediately drawn to the... androgynous new help. After a particularly large drag from his cigar, he exhaled a long stream of smoke, never taking his eyes off of you. The large marine tossed the cigar into one of the expensive vases and took a few steps forward, smiling a wicked little smile.

"Hey there."

He said coyly, his eyes twinkling with possibilities.

"Haven't seen you around here before. You new? Do you need a little...tour?"

As he approaches, you see a flintlock pistol secured to his belt, a longsword secured in its sheath, and a small dagger holstered just next to it. yikes.

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Oh me, oh my. So the big fish has fallen for the trap hook, line and sinker. He even offered the 'tour', saving Finnian the effort of having the execute the man right here and now. Finnian studied the hulk of a man, standing at around 6'6, he was in a stained white tank-top, allowing his muscles to truly amplify themselves, and a pair of government issued soldier pants. His brown eyes were those of the average horny male, mind filled with his own indecent fantasies. What stood out however, was the array of weapons attached to his belt; a pistol, a long sword AND a dagger? Was he proficient in the use of all three? The grey-haired pirate really hoped he hadn't bit off more than he could chew.

To truly capitalize on the situation, Finnian would have to entice the large marine into thinking he needed to have 'her' right now, and thus think that going into room U would be a good idea for it. There would have to be a sacrifice, of dignity and pride, but in this life of wild adventures, you can never hold those in too high a regard. First, a more convincing attempt must be made to suggest that 'she' was gagging for it. There goes all his pride.

Recalling from medical experience that the vocal folds of a male was on average 5mm longer than those of a female. Accessing his 'continentia' ability, he contracted the muscles around the mucus membrane that forms his vocal folds to pull them back by around 5mm each. As a result, his voice should almost be perfectly feminine. Even if it wasn't, the body language would suffice to convince him.

"Haven't seen you around here before. You new? Do you need a little...tour?"

As the marine approached, Finnian would respond to his question, 'I...' chimed Finnian in a crystalline feminine voice, similar to the maid that he had met in room E, much to his own surprise. The reply would halt, both from his surprise and for the dramatic effect, as he held his body against the marines. The pugnent smell of the cigar was extremely strong, and in addition to the body odour, Finnian had to restrain himself from gagging. Tearing at the chest edge of the tank top with his right hand, the grey-haired boy would kiss the man's buff chest, whilst tugging at the man's belt with his left, as if in an attempt to get at what was in his pants.

'Would you like to do this here? Or somewhere,' cooed the cross-dressing pirate, body posture hinting towards the room U, 'more private?'

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Stepping forward quickly, he places a strong and calloused hand on your shoulder. His posture was forceful as he pushed you backward into the wall, his face coming within centimeters of your own. A gruff whisper slid into your ear, but it probably wasn't something you wanted to hear.

"Right here is just fine. It'll be fast and everyone else should be in a meeting. Just try not to squeal too much."

His larger and heavier frame pins you to the wall, his strong right arm pressing your shoulder into the wall as he sniffs the hair on the right side of your head. His other hand wrestles with his belt and the clanking of metal belt buckle fills the air. If what he said was true, you would be in some pretty deep trouble in a few seconds.

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Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. It was moving way too fast. Within seconds, Finnian felt himself almost carried backwards and pressed against the wall. He felt the marine's large, coarse hand pressing his left shoulder into the wall. A warm, salty breath stinking of tobacco brushed across his face.

"Right here is just fine. It'll be fast and everyone else should be in a meeting. Just try not to squeal too much."

The words whispered sent shivers down Finnian's spine. This was utter and complete fear, and he was paralyzed by it. Adrenaline surged through the pirate's blood, and he could've sworn he felt a bead of cold sweat roll down his forehead. Save me... He was about to be sodomized and there was nothing he could do.

Whilst his right brain was shutting down from the overwhelming emotions, his left brain effectively and systematically shut down the right side of his brain. He was cold, and lethally logical once more. He waited patiently, despite the sicko marine's weight bearing down on him, until the clanking of the metal belt signified his belt and whatever is underneath his marine issued pants had come off.

'Hey mister. Didn't you parents teach you not to fuck strangers?'

chimed Finnian in a voice that would be expected from a crazy psychopathic girl who was about to murder her school. Using 'continentia', the doctor would dislocate his shoulders, the adrenaline coarsing through his blood masking most of the pain, and allowing mobility that was previous restrained by the marine's burly arm. Withdrawing the garrotte from his clothing, a quick loop would be formed by the razor wire and placed around the pervert's penis. Off it goes.

As the man began to collapse under his own weight from the pain, the genius pirate would predict a scream next, shortly before the belt would hit the floor and produce excess noise. A fist from his right hand into the marine's mouth would solve the scream problem, and raising a leg to catch the belt would solve the other, his left hand would withdraw the dagger sheathed, and the dagger would be slowly pressed right into the would-be rapist's heart as he fell. Finnian twisted it.

All this would be performed in almost perfect motion, and Finnian would be half under the collapsed marine as rigor mortis set in, rolling out as the death sequence began. Shifting his shoulders back into the right position, with a grunt of pain as the neurons conveyed it to his brain, a swift body search would be next to remove keys, weapons and anything valuable he could use, and the pirate approached the gate of door U, bloodied and tired, but invigorated from victory.

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"Eh?"

The man asked, a bit confused by the sudden change of heart. Before he could inquire further, a sharp pain shot through his body. He had been...dismembered. Though Finnian attempted to silence the inevitable scream, a rage filled roar rang out through the entire building before the man could be gagged.

Whoops.

Though you manage to kill the marine who was willing to take you to places you had never been, you were unable to avoid detection. In a matter of moments, the secretary appeared around the corner along with the cook, wielding a flintlock pistol and a sharp kitchen knife respectively.

''HEY. FREEZE!"

A female voice called out from the hallway. You have a few options right now that will delay apparent annihilation. Rooms D, E, and U are all within running distance, and with any sense of urgency you'll be able to enter and lock the door that you came in through. The commotion in the hallway will grow as the meeting room full of officers emptied to investigate the noise.

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[FINNIAN D. RAIS]

Why, world, why are you against me? This damn day wouldn't give him a break. Finnian's fist had been too slow. It couldn't muffle the cacophonous screams of rage and pain from the large marine on top of him, and although he had managed to rid the world of the disgusting piece of shit from the door, that he had previously passed through, burst open and both the cook and the secretary in the black dress rushed in, weapons drawn.

"HEY. FREEZE!"

At least there were no deceptions required. Finnian was caught redhanded, bloodied and tired, he ran further down the hall way. There wasn't really a choice. The former-marine-now-corpse was standing outside room E and had told him that everyone were currently occupied in meetings, though not for long. That means room E would be full of people. Angry people. The armed maid and cook sealed off all other options to go back. So the only way out would be the target of the mission in the first place, in room U. How ironic.

sprinting at full pace, the almost-sodomized grey-haired pirate in the bloody and half torn maid costume would run into room U, praying what he found was worth all this, and that he would make it through this.

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You run into room U and close the door (though it is still unlocked.) You find the room to be quite plain, a closet of sorts filled with additional weapons, ammunition, and a treasure chest against the back wall. The box matches the description of the mission's goal, and if you open it you will find a Devil Fruit tucked inside. What kind of fruit is it? Does it even matter at this point?

You hear the sound of heavy footfalls outside the door; no doubt a whole platoon of marines was charging down the corridor, some knowing full well what was in that room and what it was worth. It seems there are only a few options left, and neither are very pleasant. You'll have to weight your choices and decide quickly! There are some people outside who desperately want to get to know you.

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As footsteps approached the door, Finnian ran over to lock, then bar the thing from the angry marines outside. It wouldn't hold for long, however, and action had to be taken. Finnian walked back to the chest containing the Devil Fruit. He had heard of these things, in essence, you commit to a pact with the Devil and trade your ability to swim for a supernatural ability. Of course, this ability could be anything, and they were priceless. He could understand why his client had wanted to know what was inside. One of these fruits in the World Government's hands could drastically change the success rate of any revolt they had planned.

A hard kick on the door shook the fatigued boy, providing an unnecessary reminder as to the situation he was currently in. Finnian was at wit's end, and this room seemed impossible to escape from. No windows and four solid walls. Would he, the tactical genius and the proficient doctor, be finally brought down? He looked at the fruit in his hand. It was his only option really, and the client wouldn't care as long as it did not fall into the hands of the World Government right? With no other options available, the fruit was torn open and eaten.

Let me turn invisible. Let me breathe fire. Nothing. He had managed to choke down every single bitter and disgusting piece of fruit, and he felt nothing. What did he expect? Perhaps these were one of fakes there had been rumours about. Well, it looks like that's all he wrote, as the tumultuous banging on the door became systematic, and the room began to vibrate. Looks like the marines have decided to ram themselves in here.

Finnian sat at the far end of the room, looked down at himself. He was in such a state. He was half naked, his maid costume torn and bloodied, he smelt of sweat and pungent tabacco. This can't be it. He didn't waste four years of his life completely a medical degree for nothing. I deserve another chance. He didn't run away from home, escaped the law for so long for nothing. I don't want to die. He had so many things he had wanted to do, he didn't want to just become some boytoy for the inhabitants of Impel Down.

'I WANT TO LIVE!'

screamed the boy, slamming his hands against the backwall of the room.

'I WANT TO LIVE!'

The shaking of the room had increased now, with dust and debris shaken loose and falling from the ceiling, the frequency and volume of the ramming at the door increased. It wasn't going to hold for long.

'I WANT TO LIVE!'

Finnian's hands began to bruise and bleed from the desperate beating at the wall. At this point, the head of the ram smashed through the door, the faces of angry marines visible.

'LET. ME. LIVE!'

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The blood, the shaking, the adrenaline pumping through his veins, the fear and the longing activated some force within him, and Finnian metamorphosed into a white bison, his hooves and his head ramming against the back wall providing enough force to drive him through it, leaving the marines bewildered and flabbergasted, looking through the hole in the saferoom of their building.

Much later, at another place and another time, Finnian awoke, not sure as to what had happened, but only knowing that he had survived the ordeal. Thanking whoever was overlooking him with a brilliant smile, he would go find his client, forgetting he was still half naked in a maids costume.

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