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Post by ARAS ALT—EISEN on Mar 12, 2012 19:17:03 GMT -5
He peeked around the corner, solid black hues gazing towards the popular bar but a few feet away. The kid’s body tightened in anticipation, lips quivering as he took a cautious step forward.
“There it is . . .!”
It was the scene of the reported crimes and also the newly established headquarters for a rag-tag gang of good-for-nothing hoodlums. Aras wasn’t sure what to expect but all he knew that a fight was practically unavoidable. Glancing downward, the twelve year old patted at his holstered nunchaku, feeling a little bit more reassured that he was armed with his trusty weapon. Tanned hands adjusted the leather pilot’s hat that covered his bald head.
“Okay . . . let’s go!”
He strutted towards the bar’s entrance, already greeted by an airborne mug that hurdled out into the street before shattering into a spray of shimmering glass. The dark skinned boy’s jaw dropped for a brief moment before being replaced by his usual goofy grin.
“Wow, they must be having a lot of fun in there!”
Shuffling through the saloon-style doors, the adolescent's dark eyes swept the scene before falling upon a particular group of rowdy patrons. They hooped and hollered, their frothy mugs sloshing about. Beer splashed on the wooden floors, filling the explorer’s nostrils with the bitter smell of cold, hard liquor. Still, Aras kept to himself. Silently, he edged his way on over towards the main bar area, hoping that his small stature would become masked by the surrounding furniture and commotion.
“They must be the troublemakers!”
However, Aras decided to lay back and watch for a moment, rocking on his heels as he eyed the disgruntled bartender. With a cheery smile and an awful amount of innocence, the almost five-foot tall boy spoke.
“Have you been having any trouble lately ma'am?”
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Post by LUCIAN FAWKES on Mar 12, 2012 20:07:19 GMT -5
NPC;The atmosphere in air was rather cheerful, the crew had returned from another robbery with more than their fair share of jewels. Treasure was thrown across the table as they counted their loot, clashing mugs and recollecting their tale as though it were one of great peril. In truth it was an act of petty theft; the gang had come upon an unlocked house and snuck inside to steal any valuables. The fact that they had come up with such a large jackpot was pure luck. But as things stood, their luck was about to change...
As the small child entered the bar, he was immediately approached by a larger man. The man towered greatly over him, displaying a body of great fitness, he donned a simple white tank top and green cargo pants. His large military boot lifted from the ground, the bouncer rested his foot partially on the child's chest. "Where do you think you're going punk?" The question was firm, and loud. But the bandits continue to celebrate as though nothing had happened, and continued to pound booze without the slightest care.
The woman behind the counter held a look of disgust, fed up with the band of hoodlums, she had placed the request for help. But she didn't expect only one person, nor did she expect it to be a small kid. Running out from behind the bar, she stepped in between the youngin' and the colossal man, saving his life by moments. "I apologize, this is my nephew, I'll get him out of the way," she spoke in a nervous voice, placing her arm around the child's shoulder and leading through the bar and into the back room.
When the noise began to roar, she shut the door behind her, leaning in close. Her brows had begun to furrow, and she looked rather frustrated. "What do you think you're doing! Those thugs will eat you for breakfast," she said slowly, with a stern voice. But she paused, looking deep into his eyes. Letting out a sigh, she pointed to a door at the rear of the bar. "Thats your exit, leave quickly before they start getting suspicious," she explained, showing good intentions; but this kid probably had other ideas in mind. |
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Post by ARAS ALT—EISEN on Mar 12, 2012 22:09:15 GMT -5
“!”
The titan’s boot thumped into the kid’s chest, causing him to abruptly freeze up. His childish eyes drifted upwards and he tilted his head in slight confusion. In reality, Aras had no clue as to what a bouncer was and instead immediately assumed that the buff bodyguard was nothing more than another ne’er-do-well who slithered into the bar with the rest of his dirty pack. Besides, if Aras had to provide a definition, he’d believe a bouncer to be somebody who hopped about like a cutesy bunny rabbit.
“Oh, I was just about to-“
Suddenly, the barkeep slid on front of the silly boy, explaining that Aras was nothing but a nephew who accidently wandered into the bar. Visage becoming completely blank, the adolescent stared stupidly at the conversing adults, obviously baffled.
“Huh?”
Before he knew it, he was being ushered into one of the bar’s auxiliary rooms. After slamming the door shut, the flustered femme began to scold the bald child, urging him to leave while he still could. While he deeply appreciated the lady’s concern, Aras wasn’t too keen on just walking away and leaving her to deal with such filthy criminals. No way!
“I’ve come to help you Miss! I’ve heard how much trouble they have been giving you and everyone in Ohara so . . . I figured that I’d come get rid of them!”
The lad beamed, fists driving into his hips as he flashed a heroic pose.
“Don’t worry about me Miss! I can actually fight! I can take care of them!”
Nodding furiously, the cheeky boy gestured towards his precious nunchaku, dark eyes gravitating back towards the group of smelly thugs. Aras then turned back towards the blonde, hands clasping together.
“Oh please! I promise, I’ll get rid of them! I just . . . I just want to help! No one else has!”
Word Count: 300
OOC: Mhmm.
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Post by LUCIAN FAWKES on Mar 14, 2012 1:02:46 GMT -5
NPC;“Don’t worry about me Miss! I can actually fight! I can take care of them!”
Teeming with frustration, she couldn't help but lighten up to the comment, a chuckle escaping her lips. Smiling frivolously, she patted the boy on the head. "You've got a good heart. But you really shouldn't go around starting fights. These men are cruel, and they don't play around," she explained. It likely wasn't anything the bald mahatma wanted to hear, he had come to save the day. At least that's the way he saw it, unaware to the types of people who would crush him without remorse. There would come a day when he would realize that he was no superman; everyone dies. You can't save them all.
A small slit in the door slowly creaked open, revealing the massive bounce. He skulked in the doorway, scratching his chin with hulk extremities, thick monkey lips parted, and his foul breath filled the air, "Busted..." His sentence was barely complete when he lunged out for the kid, large hands aiming to grab him around the waist. The size comparison was drastic, and he could probably restrain the child's upper torso with his hands alone. The barkeep turned, letting out a cry as she reached out to the boy. Her petite body would neither suffice to stop the bouncer, nor would it reach the boy in time. Aras was on his own. At least he had one advantage: his weapon. |
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Post by ARAS ALT—EISEN on Mar 16, 2012 22:05:32 GMT -5
Cheesing ear to ear at the lady’s complement, the twelve year old bounced on his toes. Him starting fights? The notion was absolutely silly! If Aras had a choice, he’d rather ask these fine gentlemen to please stop harassing Ohara’s citizens and take up headquarters elsewhere. Even though the little boy wasn’t the most brilliant up there in his noggin, he knew better than to try and sort things out peacefully with heartless pirates. Greed gave them an insatiable bloodlust and they had no problem slaughtering men, women and children if it granted them infinite fortune. The barkeep was speaking the truth whenever she said that the hoodlums who stormed into the pub were insanely cruel but despite her heart-felt warnings, Aras wasn’t intent on backing down. He gave an affirmative nod, dark eyes twinkling with youthful energy.
Temporarily oblivious to the gorilla-like bouncer eavesdropping on their conversation, the boy’s head whipped towards the door as soon as the musty titan burst into the room. Plate-sized hands screamed towards the adolescent’s upper body and the blonde vixen screamed in absolute terror. She strained to yank Aras out of the brute’s path but unfortunately, she was nowhere quick enough to save the goofy kid from the wall of muscular rage barreling towards him. While Aras was certainly surprised, he wasn’t left completely defenseless. Five meters stood between him and the now wide-open wooden door and his left hand immediately darted towards the holstered nunchaku about his waist. Once the muscle-head reached grappling range, the boy flicked the flail up and outward, using the massive height difference to his advantage. The metal shaft flew towards the ne’er-do-well, hoping to clonk him right where the sun don’t shine.
In other words, right in the groin.
Sure, it may have been a dirty move but the grown man had the audacity to try and beat up on a poor, innocent child like Aras! Truly, the sensation of a metal pair of nunchaku smashing into his family jewels would cause the bodyguard to hurdle over in excruciating pain and possibly put him right at face-level with our unlikely hero. If that was the case, a minute twist of the wrist would send the “free” stick back into the lad’s grasp. Without mercy, Aras swung forward, hoping to drive the bottom of the nunchaku’s handles right into the thug’s left temple. Surely, that would knock him out cold!
Now, if he wasn’t fortunate enough for his previous counter to work, the boy would play it safe. He’d remain at the ready, black eyes tracing the hooligan’s movements.
Word Count: 431
OOC: Uh oh.
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Post by LUCIAN FAWKES on Mar 18, 2012 19:51:20 GMT -5
NPC;The simian fell to the ground, producing an echoic thud. Colossal hands clutching his groin, he moaned in pain. He hadn't anticipated a counter attack from the small child, especially one to the groin. The pain was incomparable. However, his rage swelled, and he lunged forward just as the kid shot him in the temple with the peak of his nunchakus. This body guard was a big man, and definitely one that was hard to take down. While the quick strike didn't force him into comatose, he lay on the ground stunned in confusion.
"Whats going on in there?" A bandit shouted, now aware to the noise outside his game of cards. With no response from the bouncer, he'd swiftly approach the room. Appearing at the doorway was a stout man with a thick body structure. Shaggy brown hair fell into his eyes, and a rough beard covered the foremost of his chin. Wielded between sausage like digits was a simple sword of four feet in length. Seeing the large man at the feet of the boy, he glared intently on him. What the fuck had he just walked in on. Although smaller, he was more cautious approaching the boy, and allowed him the chance to strike first.
Another man stood at the doorway, observing the events taking place. He was much taller, and had a bald head much like that of the boy's. Leaned against the support of the door, he crossed his arms as though to observe the child and how things would play out. Had his takedown been a fluke or was there something special about this child. A mild white t-shirt button up tucked into his black slacks. A nodachi sheathed at his hip, he would have a reach advantage should battle between the two commence. But first Aras would have to get through his first opponent.
Meanwhile, the barkeep had fallen to the ground. Mouth agape at the events that were unfolding before her. Would this little child really manage to take down all these bandits? Regardless, she cheered him on silently. Her hopes in his ability far exceeding previously displayed confidence. |
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Post by ARAS ALT—EISEN on Mar 22, 2012 0:43:47 GMT -5
It worked!
Seeping with rage, the brute grasped his crotch, temporarily immobilized as sharp pain shot through his body. In a heated counter, he attempted to grapple the young hero, only to get the base of metal nunchaku driven into his temple. While there was not enough force behind the blow in order to render him unconscious, the ape-like bouncer collapsed onto the floor in a stupefied state.
The commotion had brought two more bandits to the scene, each sporting their own bladed weapon. A sandaled foot rose to stomp down on the downed titan’s head. Enough force was applied behind the blow to knock the giant out cold. After all, Aras knew that he was outnumbered and the last thing he wanted was for the stinky bodyguard to handicap him even further. Although he felt a bit cruel for this maneuver, the dark-skinned boy knew that he had to do whatever necessary to ensure that these group of ragtag thieves would no longer set foot in Ohara ever again.
Quite the daunting task for a twelve year old kid.
Wordlessly, the hopeful explorer reassumed stance. His right hand held one stick over his shoulder whilst his left held the other underneath his raised right arm. The chain draped over his right shoulder, allowing for a flexible stance that allowed for quick reactions and sudden yet precise movements. While the shaggy swordsman had the “courtesy” of giving Aras the first move, the tiny child had other plans in mind. Instead, he remained rooted in place, five meters between him and the doorway. The room itself was decently sized, its dimensions being fifteen by fifteen meters. Thankfully, Aras had plenty of space to work with and he feared the auxiliary room becoming jammed back with drunken and angry bandits. No way he wanted the barkeep caught between the crossfire.
“It’s okay ma’am. I won’t let anything happen to you!”
Aras piped, a childish smile sliding across his youthful features.
Word Count: 328
OOC: Mhmm.
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