hide and seek (east blue event)

[PURPLE]

A blonde haired man walked out of a area covered by red curtains. The area was placed atop of the entire dining room, and the people who received invitations were positioned on the bottom floor to get a good view of him when it was time for Alexander to speak. Alexander was the son of the wealthy aristocrat who did not have the time to appear at this event, but instead gave his son the opportunity to speak in front of all the lucky men and women who have been given the option to work for a nice little reward.

Walking forward towards the bar that followed along the edge of the top circular floor, he perched his body along the bars and scanned the area below him. All of the people were eating the delicious food that he asked the chiefs to prepare, oh how nice it was to be filthy rich. "Ahem!" He cleared his throat loud enough to reach out to the people a couple of feet below him, his right hand shuffled through his hair in a attempt to fix it, he directed his attention back to the group of people below. "Without further ado, let's get this show on the road!" He screamed, leaning on the iron bars for support.

"As you all know... you are all here for something very important..." he paused, letting the words sink into their minds. "You will be looking for three very important things, all of which are living, and very dear to me and my father!" He cleared his throat, before continuing to speak. "Yes, my father, he cannot be here today, so he told me to oversee the operation—you will be looking for three things. A bunny rabbit with ruby eyes, a polar bear, and a majestic dragon with purple scales. Do not worry, the dragon is still in its adolescence, so he cannot breathe fire, but his teeth have grown in, so be careful!" He warned.

"One last thing..." before letting the members talk, he'd add just one more thing. "Do not harm the animals, one little cut, and it will be off with your heads. Now... any questions?" The young man waited for the ignorance to ensue, he couldn't wait to hear the dumb questions that they would ask him.


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[LANCE CHASER]

Among the crowd, one of the first hands to jet out would be that of a golden haired marine, spouting little eager oohs. His hand frothed around in the air and he bounced up and down eagerly on his toes. "How do we catch them without hurting them," would be the first question, as his probing gaze darted straight to the host, "I mean, what are their soft spots? Like do they have a favorite tune or food that'll calm em down? A favorite toy?" Personally Lance found his question brilliant, it was sincere and in all honesty was being directed towards the proper safety of the animals. He understood their blight like no other, and little jibes like that could save the day...or well the subject.

Why the marines was there though was an order from the higher ups, he was after all a defender of the peace. But a tingling sensation told him he would have come regardless of duty, he loved animal dearly, and with what he had heard he was frightened to tears that poachers might find them before the honest people. Or even the greed driven people. As long as they were safe he thought.

The small marine had been welcomed with wide arms, they just saw his hat and it was like they saw gold. He was like a rich specimen to them, but he didn't mind as long as he had the chance to help the small creatures. So he had waited in the room making very very small talk, and nibbling on little delicacies until the moment here. And then his arm shot up like a lever had been pulled.

But the eagerness probably only showed how dedicated he was to the cause.

[MORGAN BLACK]

In the very back, Morgan, a tall man with silver hair, well kept, who look liked he should be a rich person as well, sat eating slowly on some of his food, enjoying the exquisite food that was placed before them for this event. He was enjoying his plate of meat, fruit bread, cheese, and whatever unique dishes he had never heard of or tried before.

Before too long into his food though, the reason why they were there had stepped fourth and called for their attention. Morgan stood after wiping any left over food sauce from his face and hands, then looked up to listen to the mans little speach.

"You will be looking for three very important things, all of which are living, and very dear to me and my father!"

"A bunny rabbit with ruby eyes, a polar bear, and a majestic dragon with purple scales."

Morgan took in all of the information that was given, including the details of each animal. He knew he couldn't use his guns here unless he wished to be hunted by this rich family. Either way, once asked if they had any question, Morgan actually would make himself look taller and call out.

"I have a couple for you... Do they like humans? What kind of atmosphere do they like? Is there anything specific you can tell me to help in the aid of finding these three animals other than what has already been asked??

Morgan stood there waiting, wondering what he might learn. Anything at all would increase the chances, even if only slightly. He had more questions, but someone else had beat him to them.

[SYR CHAPTER]

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[atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0][atrb=style,width: 300px; padding: 10 20 20 10;] life's an adventure live as if today's your last Syr was a little nervous, but at the same time, excited while he sat in his place. It's not like everyday you get to be invited by a wealthy aristocrat, nor to be served with such delicious food. He chewed slowly to savor every bite, but swallowed quickly to give way for the next one. He was so into the food that he was late to notice the blonde man as he tried to gain everyone's attention. Syr faced the blonde man's direction as he gave his speech. He listened to what the man had to say while he continued savoring his meal. The man was looking for his father's lost pets: a ruby-eyed rabbit, a polar bear and a dragon with purple scales. Syr paused his chewing as he pondered on the thought of the existence dragons. He remembered quite well the stories that his grandfather told him while training with the sword. As he recalled, his grandfather said that the Kouryou Kembu sword style was based on how a dragon acts and fights. "The Kouryou Kembu is a strong technique, but it can never compare to a real dragon's strength", as said by his grandfather to him. He therefore concluded that finding the dragon was the most dangerous task, but obviously the most popular. Concerned for everyone's safety and knowing how possibly strong a dragon is, he looked around to see if there was anyone else who wanted to ask a question. He raised his right hand and stood as he swallowed the food inside his mouth. Unfortunately, Syr chocked the moment he swallowed, coughing slightly as he stood there in front of everyone. He reached for the glass of wine and quickly drank the red liquid inside to push the food down his throat. He loosened his tie and cleared his throat before speaking, as if the small embarrassment never happened. "How big is the dragon?", he said confidently, facing the blonde man.

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[FINNIAN D. RAIS]

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[LUCIAN FAWKES]

It's Either Genocide, Or The Planet In Uproar
Never Good But Rules Of Paradise Are Never Nice

hide & seek;

A classical set of music filled the air and the live band performed exceptionally. Not his taste in music, the swordsman scowled at the thought of it. The wealth aristocrats made him sick. Why had he taken up this job? It was because of his insufficient funds that he needed to sink so low as to work for such a lazy snob. Nonetheless he couldn't turn down a meal. Devouring the food ravenously, he made extra effort to leave an unsuitable mess; snickering as he tossed food scraps to the floor.

His arrival had been rather brief, and he had only the time to sit with his brother before beginning his meal. Before long the owner's son had revealed himself, speaking much more than necessary in his effort to explain the situation. That was a major issues with the rich: they spoke too much. With all that money, inherited through birth, they had all the time in the world to talk. Hands still soft like a baby's, they left the more physically tasking work to working class citizens.

An onslaught of questions were cast at the blonde, people keeping their manners and speaking in order. The one to break the chain would be Lucian. Disregarding the notion of raising a hand, he sat arched back in his chair, and chose to part lips only to shout over everyone else. "So we can kill them right, as long as they don't feel a thing?" he questioned with a subtle sarcasm. He hoped others would find his impulsive actions as foolish, for it was natural to belittle fools. If they underestimated him, it would give him a surmounting advantage in the race to seize his animals.

Glancing around the room, he yawned. This gathering was quite the bore. 'Should i make this fun?' he thought, casually tampering with the hilt of his sword. If anyone chose to stand in his way, be it out of stupidity or competition, they'd meet ill fate.

[drake delacroix]

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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: black 8px solid;] █ A red hooded individual sat upon a brown swivel chair that was at the edge of the bar on the first floor. Drake swiftly moved one of his medium colored hands to the pack of his head; pulling the piece of cloth that laid upon his crown down onto his back. Raising a frosty glass filled with liquor to his lips, he took a drink; basking in the greatness that was the alcohol. The young black headed boy looked about the richly decorated first floor, every once in a while looking up at the ceiling which was decked with even more decorations. Of course he was in a rather expensive aristocratic dining room, which most nobles usually dwelled within. The pirate captain searched the crowd that was in front of him only to find people whom he did not know. Looking to his left he noticed a lightly headed man, looking closer Drake could see it was Morgan B. Black; his first mate. He raised his glass to the man as a gesture of politeness which was not something Drake was prone to, he thought of politeness as a weakness. Suddenly the man’s attention was grabbed by a blonde haired man who had asked for everyone’s attention on the first floor. Drake listened to what this man had to say and what the man said had greatly intrigued the money and blood hungry pirate captain. The blondy wanted his pets; a polar bear, a ruby-eyed rabbit, and a purple scaled dragon back unscathed. When the man said he wanted them back unharmed this made the crow crowned teenager laugh a little bit, because if you knew Drake, you knew that one of the pets would probably come back with some awkward looking dents in their flesh. However Drake was only there for the reward that would most likely tempt any pirate into trying to catch anything that would produce profit. Profit was a word the Drake liked to use because he always wanted something in return, if he was to do manual labor; he would want tons of money in return. This too is something that Drake would not usually do for he does not like working for other people, but even Drake couldn’t resist the smell of money and profit that an aristocrat gave off. An evil smile crept onto the edges of the young man’s face as he thought purely for his own gain; for this he would most likely go after the dragon. Drake raised his hand as he did indeed have a question he wanted an answer for. “How much will the capture of the purple scaled dragon go for?” Drake asked with a purely business tone as he dug in his pockets for a cigarette and his lighter. Withdrawing both items, he would lit the cigarette and place it between his lips; inhaling as he did so. Exhaling moments later through his nostrils he waited for the blonde man to answer his question. By now Drake could tell the man was leaning against the second floor railing for support, so obviously this man was indeed serious about getting back his pets. [/style]

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[MARIK SWIFT]

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[PURPLE]

Alexander eyed the entire audience, they looked like a tough bunch, but would they prove to be wise enough to catch his father's animals unharmed? The first one to speak looked like a smart individual, he asked a question that well, Alexander didn't think any of the individuals below him had the intellect to ask. Fortunately for him, he was proven wrong, and got a smart bunch, or so it looked like for now. "Very good question. Actually, the bunny likes carrots obviously, but there's a special twist, he prefers a hint of cinnamon on each one. However his nose is so strong, that he can smell the cinnamon from afar, that could be an advantage, depending on whether or not you put the right amount of cinnamon on the carrot, sadly I do not feed the rabbit, so I do not know how much is too much." The rabbit was a picky little creature, he enjoyed his vegetables with some nice spices, however, too much and he wasn't even going to come near the food.

Next to the plate was the giant polar bear, there was a special thing about him though, he was a huge pervert. "Honestly, all you have to do for the Polar Bear is get him a little toy, a big teddy bear, that looks quite feminine and smells good." The others might think that the son of a rich man was joking, but quite honestly, he was so serious. "Sadly, I don't know much about the purple dragon, I haven't heard of him until today actually. So, that is up to you to decide, but I mean, dragons do like meat, right?" He answered his question before moving onto the other curious men and women.

"Well, I'm guessing they like humans? They won't be hostile towards you unless they feel a type of way because of you, just be nice, and they'll be nice. Maybe... anyway" He also heard a man ask how big the dragon was, sadly Alexander didn't know. "I really don't know, I haven't met the animal in person yet. Don't underestimate regardless of it's size though." He warned. His eye's directed to someone who was being quite the smart ass, that's something he didn't appreciate. "Quit being a smart ass, or you can kiss this opportunity good bye."

Finally, the last person that asked the question wanted to know how much the dragon would go for. "I'm assuming quite a ton of money, seeing as how that dragon is my father's favorite." Clearing his throat, he raised his hands to the sky. "Well now, you may go and look for the animals as of now. Good luck."

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[PURPLE]

LANCE CHASER HAS BEEN SKIPPED, MORGAN BLACK IT'S YOUR TURN NOW.

[MORGAN BLACK]

Morgan stood there with a smirk on his face. He looked around, and noted his captain was in the mix as well. The two may end up working together if the need arose. However for now, he had some ideas of his own to bring to fruition. It was time to go find some carrots and cinnamon, the polar bear a large seductive smelling teddy bear, and some meat, maybe something really shiny for the dragon.

First things first, he grabbed any meat, carrot sticks, or cinnamon in the room. If he could help it, he wasn't spending money on stuff he could just take. About the only thing he might have to buy would be the teddy bear and the scent that might attract the bear.

"Welp, I'm off. Good luck everyone."

Morgan turned to leave with a grin, a wild grin, a slight glimpse into his other personality showing. This would be fun. He would not be against beating and taking the prizes from other people if they beat him to them. He knew his captain wouldn't mind either. One little competition, a stepping stone for taking over the world. This was a good chance to increase his pocket, as well as the crews.

(feel free to let me know if I got any carrots cinnamon or meat from the party there, or if there was none left staffy)

[SYR CHAPTER]

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[atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0][atrb=style,width: 300px; padding: 10 20 20 10;] life's an adventure live as if today's your last As Syr stood there and questioned the man, a few more followed after him. It appears that there were more who were interested in searching for the animals besides him. Not that it wasn't obvious, he just didn't take notice in his environment. Some questioned about the dragon besides him. Obviously, he wasn't the only one who noticed it's value. He wasn't, though, interested in the prizes, or so, no. What interests him was it's existence and what he himself could learn from creatures that lived only from stories told to him. For the host, however, the blonde man showed no interest whatsoever. He said so himself that he has not seen the dragon, not once. For him, obviously, it was only for the fact that his family owned a dragon, and only took it for granted. After answering the questions asked, he didn't give a hint of interest in asking for a few follow up questions. It showed that the blonde man was somehow in a hurry. "Is he busy?", Syr thought to himself, "or is he in a hurry to reclaim his father's animals?", Syr questioned more the blonde man's actions. The animals were, yes, unique: a ruby-eyed rabbit, a perverted polar bear, "that's ... new", he thought, and ... a purple scaled dragon that gave no interest to the blonde man. What's more, hiring not only random officers from the marines, but also, pirates who are targeted by the majority of the sea. "But," he thought some more as he savored more of the red wine that was offered, "what is they're true purpose?", as he glanced back at the blonde man. Syr wasn't satisfied. Even though we wasn't the thinking type, the situations was quite interesting. Or it must've been the wine. Nevertheless, Syr followed after the tall man with silvery hair who stood and greeted everyone "good luck" to finding the animals. He didn't want to hesitate and ask a few more question to some person who had a little trouble answering some, supposedly, obvious facts of their own pet. Though, the blonde man did say that the dragon was into meat, or so he thought, which increased the blonde man's ignorance towards the animals. In spite that fact, Syr continued and grabbed some left over meat from his plate to lure the creature. The rabbit and the bear were less important to him and didn't think more than a pinch of thought towards them. The dragon was his target. Not three creatures, but the one and only ... "dragon", he whispered to himself as he left this seat after sipping the final drop from his wine glass.

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[PURPLE]

FINNIAN HAS BEEN SKIPPED, LUCIAN'S TURN.