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1 Big Trouble in Little Loguetown on Fri Aug 19, 2016 10:04 pm

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First Task:
Task Name: A Guide to Your Pockets
Tier: 1
NPC or PC: NPC
Location: Logue Town
Crew, Team, or Personal: Personal
Description: Upon arriving in Logue Town via ship, Flint steps into an unknown world. Asking around for help, he's soon spotted by a young thief by the name of Waffles, who pegs him as easy prey. As she leads him about the town, waiting for the time to take his loot, the two get into minor trouble with shopkeepers.
Enemy Details: None
Boss: No


It was bright and early when the large, fancily painted passenger's vessel languidly pulled into the docks in Loguetown. A ship with several cabins aboard designed for more comfortable long distance travel, it even had a single restaurant at it's center. For Flint, it was a new experience. It was more luxurious than even his life back on Karate island. The fact that something so nice could sail the blues so smoothly made the young man smile as he tucked the remainder of his large sum of beli away into his scarf. The prize money he'd won a week ago was burning a hole in his pocket. He wasn't used to having money, he had never had it before back on the island. The concept was so foreign to him, he couldn't bring himself to see how the people on the ship treated each other based on how much of it each of them had.

Wildly swinging open the door to his cabin, he trotted out of the small, well decorated room and into the hallway that connected through to the waist of the ship. His cabin was at the front of it's row on the middlemost of the large ship's three stories. Watching the people around him amble and meander about their way towards the exit of the ship, Flint became impatient. The town was so big, he'd never seen anything like it. The white tiles seemed to light up under the morning sun, and he saw many people of different origins down below, exiting and boarding other ships, going to various shops and speaking in groups on the street. It was the hustle and bustle of a city, something he'd never seen before.

"Alright, outta the way! Geez, why are rich people so slow?" Flint erupted, stepping between a young woman in a nice sundress, and her little girl, clinging tightly to her dolly. "Sorry, I got places to be." He shot the girl a grin, though her height probably prevented her from seeing anything past his scarf. Directing his attention to the dock below, he saw the ship slowly start allowing passengers to exit. He knew he had the time to wait in line, he just didn't want to. He didn't even know where he was, the urge to explore was consuming him.

"Land ho, look out below!" He shouted at the steadily growing group of people on the dock below, exiting the ship. The other passengers surrounding him gawked and whispered between themselves as he caused a scene, many making comments about his strange appearance and loud outburst. Everything from "He looks poor", to "Why is that kid wearing a scarf in this weather?", and even "Young people are so rude these days". Bending his knees for a moment, he cracked the wood at his feet as he sprung forward off of the ship's deck towards the dock, laughing wildly the entire way. Something about flying through the air like this left him enthused. Though he hadn't had the abilities of the spring fruit for very long, he had definitely logged the hours into playing with it and learning, if only for the sake of personal enjoyment.

The crowd below began stampeding off, trying their best to avoid the miraculous flying idiot. Still laughing like a madman as his crash landing approached, Flint didn't stick a perfect ten. Legs still all springified, he hit the white, tiled ground just past the docking area feet first. Usually things that come up, must come down. In a spring human's case, coming down can mean they end up going up again accidentally. The ground cracked and flaked at his feet as the pressure from his landing built up, and he managed to briefly let out a quick "Hmm..." before being launched through the air, over the crowded street, and onto the corner of the adjacent street. He hadn't taken a leap from somewhere that high before, he forgot to consider the consequences of mistiming his transformations, or the impact that would follow.

  Skidding on his rear as he hit the ground, he clamored in pain. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, that hurt! Does anyone know where a guy could get a drink and some food around here?!" He flopped onto his back from his rear, arms crossed over his chest, resting his head on the ground. His ass really did hurt, and he didn't wanna have to get up and walk around quite yet. The people on the streets surrounding him gave him funny looks as they passed by, not a single soul stopping to ask him if he was alright or even bother to answer his completely legitimate question.

Peering back, he noticed a small girl standing above him. Giving her a quick look-over, he immediately noticed her dirty, tattered attire, the bandages that covered her legs, and her lack of shoes. Her orange hair was made even more noticeable by the bright morning sky, and that soon became the fixture of his focus. He had always been poked and prodded at for his lightly colored hair, where on his island most people had darker brown or black hair. It was an unusual sight.

"Sup?" He addressed the obviously young girl directly by tilting his head back further to reveal his full face, although with his head upside down he likely looked silly. The clip that held the million beli he'd earned poked out from beneath his crimson, polka dotted scarf, revealing a stack of bills marked as ten thousand per. It hadn't even occurred to him by this time that the girl could be homeless or poor, despite her attire alluding to it from the get go. On his island, there generally weren't many poor or homeless people since farmers tended to take care of each other, and Martial artists were provided for by the villagers for the protection they granted simply by being around. As a result, there wasn't much crime, or really any thieves to worry about. Flint, none the wiser, had just revealed his phat stacks to an aspiring young thief.

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2 Re: Big Trouble in Little Loguetown on Sat Aug 20, 2016 7:42 am

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A light flick of a single small index finger tapped dully against bronzed skin, of the girl who was curled up in a ball like a small house cat. The tail of the being, naked, save for the small poof ball at the end, waved tirelessly in her sleep. A low and calm puffing sound came from the makeshift bed that the little lioness had managed to put together from the wears of her hard day at work the night before. Though it had started out as a mess of silk and velvet blankets, rolling around and priming the high class materials made it luxurious sleeping. This must be how it felt to be rich, she had thought to herself when she first began her journey to unconsciousness, forgetting for a moment that the rich and wealthy actually had beds. Yet here on the far end of Louge Town there wasn’t such a luxury, and if ever such a luxury popped up it may cause a homeless war on an unmatched scale. Nonetheless she made the most out of her wares, the covers balled up in her small hands clutched against her cheeks as she smiled whimsically in her dreams.

Nonetheless the tapping of a small finger continued to make a chorus against her skin, followed by the repeated word in a sleepy voice. It said, ”Waffles…...Waffles…..Waffles…..Waffles…”, over and over again every three or so seconds. Forcibly trying to keep her eyes closed, the small girl attempted to ignore the longing of her attention, as she rolled over, shunning the finger from her presence as she did so. But it continued, this time against her back as the same repeat of her name sounded off again. Huffing slightly, the small being pushed herself upright, her back still turned to one of the many small children who were forced to live in this less than stellar circumstance. Rubbing the back of her right hand against her eyes, Waffles yawned heavily as she replied, “Wuz’zit (What is it) Dandy?” Stretching her short arms, before spinning to look at little Dandy. Like her, he was clad in a small layer of dirt and without shoes. Dried stains down his cheeks indicating he had been crying at some point.

Her eyebrows furrowed fiercely, interrupting the gaping mouth that was about to make words to tell her what he wanted. Instead she said, ”Whay (What I) dell (tell) you bout dear (the tears)? Bad Dandy!” Pointing an accusing finger at him, she could see the water begin to swell up in his eyes again, his lip quivering from the scolding. The thin line that Waffles lip was pressed into turned downward in a slight frown, the single canine hanging above her bottom lip going the other direction. Standing to her feet, Waffles thru her arms around the small seven year old as she said, ”Itssskay (It’s okay), just no more. Kay?” She could see the boy nodding beside her, as even though their was an age gap, they were nearly the same height. But what Waffles lacked in height she made up with in passion, as she released the embrace and Dandy wiped his eyes. With his voice still shaky he said in his squeaky voice, ”De ships Waffy, De ships camed.” Gasping in what seemed to be sheer horror, Waffles stroked the long lions made of a braid between her fingers as she spun around confused.

What time was it?? Did she really sleep in that late?? Turning to the exit of her shanky shack, she jumped over Dandy, nearly hitting her head against the ceiling as she dashed out the makeshift door and shouted back, ”Protect de house, Dandy!” Though she couldn’t see it, the child nodded lightly and put on his meanest face, as Waffles sprinted into Loguetown. In her profession there was no time to be late, especially at this point in time. All of the other bandits and thieves were probably already picking all the easy marks, all the rich people who cared so little about their things they just left it out to be taken. All that would likely be left were the commoners, or people who held their items close and in check. This type of person had a need for their wares just like Waffles did, so it was a bit harder to get to their things without bringing attention to oneself in the process. And once the attention was gotten, it all went downhill from there. Sliding around a corner on all fours, the thief skidded into a man’s leg, as gave a light extension of his leg, booting the girl a little bit though not enough to hurt her.

Normally she would have given him shit, but currently she had a date with other people’s things, it would have to wait. But it seemed like fate was always kind to Waffles, even if sometimes she didn’t deserve it. Literally a blessing fell from the sky in the form of a scarf wearing being. Skidding to a halt in front of him, she resumed being a bipedal, as she looked at the wheat haired man, then at the sky...then back at him, and then back to the sky, before finally deciding to settle on him. For a moment he hadn’t even noticed he behind him, instead spouting off about finding a drink and nourishment….it seemed to be a plight for everyone she thought. Nonetheless the guy was dressed well, or at least extravagantly. Or maybe it was simply the polka dot scarf that added to his wealthy looking status. Only rich people could wear scarves in this heat, right? Yet as the man leaned back against the ground, none of that even mattered anymore as she flash of big money was shown to her.

His face had almost been completely omitted from her mind at that point, yet she looked him in the eyes as he greeted her, a smile creeping up her face, the deep (and adorable) dimples in her cheeks on full display as she said, ”Hi dhere. I’mma Waffles and Ikno (I know) whea (where) to fin’ all de things you’re lookin’. C’mon!” An all too friendly smile remained on her face, as she continued to look down at the man, internally contemplating how to get all that Beli that was tucked away in the scarf stash. She would need a distraction, as he seemed to be a commoner mark, so this would have to be finessed. Some would wonder why follow a little girl, yet her innocence was being exuded at an all time high, and her squeaky voice only adding to it. Pointing down the street to the merchants distract she continued, ”We gotta go dhere!”

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3 Re: Big Trouble in Little Loguetown on Sat Aug 20, 2016 1:39 pm

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Matching the girl's smile, Flint rolled over from his back onto his stomach, his beli settling deeper into the crevice of his scarf as he did so, and pressed his palms against the ground as if he were about to do a push-up. "Waffles, huh? That's a strange name, but I like waffles." His forearms suddenly morphed into springs that connected into his wrists and hands, providing the required power to launch his body upwards. It was a light spring, just enough to get him to his feet, standing no more than three steps in front of the girl. The height difference between the pair was vast, and he couldn't help but question her age because of it.

He followed the girl's finger as she pointed down the street, where many shops lined each side of the brick road. They seemed endless in both amount and variety, as if one could truly find anything they desired. Many merchants were outside, calling to passersby, promoting their various businesses. "Down there? Well, what are we waiting for?! Let's... GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" He took off running, happily skipping lightly using his springs along the way. As he passed by various shops, he made sure to read the signs above each of them.

Belle's General Clothing Store "Nope." The Doc's Medicine Shack "Nada." Vicky's Lingerie Boutique "Ooohh... Nerp." He shook his head to erase the thought from his mind, the fluffy tufts of his hair billowing as he did so. Turning back to face the girl he'd hoped was still trailing him, he addressed her with another smile, though he wasn't certain she could even tell. "Wait, ain't you s'posed to be leading me? First, we'll need to get some food! I'm sure you're hungry, and I could eat a whole buffalo. Then, I needa take a look at some weapons, I'd love to get some nunchaku. Some of the guys back on my island were so badass with them! Oh oh oh, or maybe some gloves?! I CAN'T DECIDE."

He sprung around in place happily, looking for the girl to lead him. He'd never purchased anything before, he was so excited to see what it was like actually owning something besides the clothes on his back. As he impatiently awaited the girl's response, a shady looking shopkeep on the other side of the street called out to him. "You there, young man. I couldn't help but overhear your conversation, pardon my interruption. I take it that you're looking for some weaponry? An idio-.. erm... Energetic man like yourself could probably use some protection. Here at my store, Uso-Tsuki's Armament Shop, we have the finest weapons of every variety. Step right over here, you can even bring your little homeless friend, I don't mind!"

If Flint had any sense when it came to the outside world, he would easily be able to tell that this man was not your everyday honest businessman. Taking the boy and his new young companion for idiots, he simply hoped to make a quick sale. "Homeless... ?" Flint gazed at Waffles for a moment, clearly puzzled, before looking back to the strangely dressed man. Despite being male, he wore a long, black, dress-like robe, adorned with gold necklaces, rings, and other similar jewelry. It was clear this man had made a fortune in Loguetown, probably selling average quality weapons for ludicrous prices to gullible and unintelligent pirates. "Whaddayasay? Leggo. After this, I'll buy you some food. Just lead the way, Waffles. Hey, by the way, you don't have a sibling named Syrup by chance, do ya?" He chuckled aloud as he extended his arm ahead of him, beckoning the girl to cross the street and enter the shop first. He would follow suit after her.

"Yes, yes, right this way! You people do have money, right?"

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4 Re: Big Trouble in Little Loguetown on Sun Aug 21, 2016 9:33 am

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Waffles mind echoed a single word, ”Shit…” as the Beli cache within the man’s scarf sank a little more snugly in its confines. As the guy’s arm transformed into a coil of skin, her first thought was to wince, yet since it seemed the man felt no pain, that action almost instantly conceded in favor of a wider more toothy grin at the sight of what she thought was the power of the devil. She didn’t know much about Devil Fruit, though she was really no exception, as most people in Lil’ Logue didn’t have much information on such things. Nonetheless the scarce bit she did know had came from her adoptive father and the bandits he hung with when she was a youth. They had always spoken of the Shibui Shibui no Mi, as well as insisting that the reaper didn’t wield a scythe, but a pair of twin daggers instead. Of course the Dwarf didn’t know if this was true or not, the fruit existing or the reaper toting daggers, nonetheless it was her greatest ambition to find out for herself, as it was one of the main reasons she was driven to be a pirate, as well as escaping poverty once and for all.

Chuckling at the happy-go-lucky guys gitty attitude towards her name she replied, ”I like Waffles to. Dats wh’ma (Why my) dad named me dat. Or more so cause I really like breffast in general. Waffles D. Pancakes!” Staring up at the man, she looked at the height gap, causing a slight bit of annoyance to set in for a moment as she both thought about her circumstance of being poor and the huge height gap as she muttered under her breath,”If I can afford breffast…” . She always dreamed she would grow taller, she was a Mink after all, or at least she thought so. It would happen, she was destined for another growth spurt in her mind as she was only twelve. But she had bigger dreams of being able to feed herself properly without having to sift thru garbage sometimes in order to procure a meal for herself and Dandy. It was humiliating to say the least. Yet as she stuck in thought, it seemed the other guy wasn’t, as he hastily began to walk down the cobblestone road, his head switching sides as he attempted to find the shop that was his destiny.

Screaming out, ”Hey! You godda (got to) wait fer (for) me!” Leaning forward, the small lioness began to trot down the road, tail swaying as she caught up with him. As he continued to ramble on about what he was going to do next, Waffles couldn’t help but appreciate his attitude towards things. It wasn’t often you seen any sort of optimism or positive energy on her side of town, so the fact that he was so happy with such small things was a beautiful sight. Nonetheless he wasn’t from here, so he hadn’t gotten his spirit crushed by the Marine’s and town’s folk thinking less of people on the far end of the island. If he did, maybe he wouldn’t be so happy about anything. Regardless, she enjoyed his light nature, as she trotted towards the front of the pack in an attempt to lead him to the dankest food spot in Logue. Ironically it wasn’t even in the “upscale” area of Logue Town, instead it was just some busted diner with a single naked overhead light bulb and nowhere to sit. Despite how rundown it was, they had excellent food.

Waffles trot quickly came to an end, as Uso, a shopkeeper popped out in front of the new guy? What was his name? Then realized he hadn’t even told her. How rude!! Nonetheless, as Uso stepped out and began his speech about his shit quality items, Waffles clambered to an upright position, striding towards him as she hocked up the biggest loogie that she could summon rather audibly. Spitting the greenish-yellow mountain of spit on the man’s shoe, she said, ”Uso you uggy fuck. Dun talk ‘bout meh like’m (like I’m) not here.” Crossing her arms, she watched the man draw back his leg in what would be an attempt to kick her, but it seemed the importance of getting Flint’s money stopped him from doing so. Instead he just gave her an evil glare before putting back on his pretend smile. Turning her head towards the tall scarf wearing blonde, she nodded energetically, his stash becoming less and less appealing to her as the minutes went by. No common mark had ever offered her food before...hell no one in general on the island had ever offered her food before.

Nonetheless she tried to keep a look of toughness instead of wonderment on her face, as she replied, ”Yeppems! And I gotsa (got a) brother named Flapjacks! He’s an asshole...kinna like dis Uso guy.” As Uso turned a bit more red, he gave her a slight sweep of his leg, ushering her in a direction he didn’t want her to see...to his wares. All of that metal and steel, even if it was shit quality, made her face glow as she tried to recall the order that Flint wanted to put in. She wasn’t going to let some good guy give his money over to some low life scumbag like Uso. So as he worried about if the pair had Beli or not, Waffles slank thru the store, weaving between counters as she quickly began to rack up on weaponry. She had never owned a conventional weapon before, but she always wanted to! Mostly daggers, and with Uso distracted with the non-poor person, it seemed to be the best time to do so. One pair of nunchucks, a pair of gloves, and two daggers were taken with less noise than a mouse whistling as she made her rounds, making sure to see where Uso’s eyes were at all times.

It wasn’t like Waffles wasn’t aware that as soon as she stepped foot outside of the store he would check his inventory, and go into a nearly balding, beta rage and cause an uproar. But she didn’t care, nobody called her homeless...even if it was true. As she slank back to the front, she grabbed Flint by his hand, and began to drag him out of the store as she said, ”All of dis is shit, complete udder, shit! C’mon c’mon, lez go!” Tugging on his arm as hard as she could, she hopped that he followed along, as she hurriedly began scrambling down the road away from the weapons shop. As she got meters away, the sound of a Beta yelled thru the streets, ”Thief, thief! Little homeless stealing bandit bitch! THIEF!” Now she was beginning to sprint, as she began pulling items out of her makeshift skirt, procuring the nunchucks and the gloves before releasing Flint’s hand and scaling his shoulder with graceful agility. Tucking the items in the scarf, around his neck and the commotion began, she simultaneously made a play for the stash of Beli, attempting to relieve him of it, as well as creating an accomplice! They both had stolen goods, they were in this together!

As she stored away his items in his scarf, Waffles bellowed loudly, ”Ya gotsta do da ding. Do da jump ding!” That would surely get them out of there, as she held on around his neck with her arms, dirty feet gripping and clutching his shirt so she didn’t fall off during the ride.


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5 Re: Big Trouble in Little Loguetown on Sun Aug 21, 2016 9:32 pm

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Second Task:
Task Name: Sticky Fingers, Sticky situations
Tier: 2
NPC or PC: NPC
Location: Logue Town
Crew, Team, or Personal: Personal
Description: While fleeing from the angered shopkeepers, the pair quite literally bump into a group of rowdy, Nobeard crew pirates that are passing through, angering them. Flint, not respecting their captain's status as the strongest and fairest in all the seas, only incites the situation, and soon there is an all out brawl in the middle of town.
Enemy Details: 5 T1 Pirates, 5 T0 Pirates. None are equipped with anything past swords.
Boss: No

Entering the crooked merchant's store, Flint's eyes lit up. He'd never seen so many different weapons before, especially of the bladed variety. It almost made him giddy. "Oooohhh look at all this stuff, Waffles.... Waffles?" He peered around for a moment looking for his new companion, the various shelves and glass covered display cases impeding his sight of the small girl. For a moment, it seemed like she had disappeared altogether. "Ahem, don't worry about her. She's probably digging around in a trash can somewhere, the filthy rat. Now, what are you interested in? A strong young man like yourself, you must be looking for a sword. Or perhaps a hefty battleaxe?" The merchant made it a point to have his voice be heard above all others in his domain, speaking loudly in an assertive manner. It made it really hard for Flint to focus. Not that he was even trying to focus, anyways.

Something about the man's words put him off. She was his guide, of course he should be worried about her. If something happened to her, how would he ever find his way around? He bookmarked the thought, however, after momentarily considering the fact that Waffles knew much more about their location than he, and therefore, the one he should worry about was himself.  Scratching his head, Flint hummed for a second, obviously unsure of how to respond."Well, I'm not really sure. I've never actually seen a sword up close before!" He gave the man a goofy grin, before turning tail and trapsing over to one of the larger stands at the center of the store.

 In it, sat a steel sword almost as large as Flint himself. With a foot long leather covered handle, and a four foot backblade with a wicked curve, it resembled an over-sized scimitar, or shamshir. Although, it's blade was also much more broad, and the dimensions more closely resembled that of a greatsword's. To the more perceptive eye, it would be obvious that Uso took a lot of pride in this blade, as it shone in the dimly lit store as if it were polished several times a day. Flint however, didn't have much of an eye for detail.

"Be careful with that! It's very expensive, stop!"  

Without a second thought, the young troublemaker haphazardly pulled the heavy greatsword from it's holder, gripping it's handle lazily with a single right hand. Of course, without realizing the weight it would possess, he had inadvertently driven the tip of the blade into the solid hardwood flooring that lined the shop, slicing the blade about a foot into the ground without effort. "Well, it's definitely sharp!" Flint cackled, before placing his left hand on the handle alongside his right and tugging lightly. It didn't budge. The blade, being curved, had managed to lodge itself in the thick floor below.

"What are you doing?! You idiot, let go of that, this instant! Uso became frantic, worrying Flint's shenanigans would damage the sword. In truth, it was one of the only genuinely valuable things in this shop, alongside a few other, smaller pieces. Since it and they were made of high quality steel, and the rest of the items in his shop were made with varying, lesser qualities of iron, it was the only piece for sale that was actually worth nearly as much as he was asking for.

"Nah nah, don't worry. I got it, I got it." He beamed, tugging harder than before. The wood at their feet cracked and splintered as the sword was violently ripped from the ground, in an uncontrolled manner. Flint, not equipped to wield a sword of this size, could not control the weight of the blade as he attempted to lift it from the earth. Following through with his motion, he accidentally swung the massive sword in Uso's direction, narrowly missing the now panicked shopkeeper by mere inches.

Before he could even apologize or return the sword to it's place, and before Uso could release his fit of rage, Waffles reappeared from seemingly nowhere. Clumsily dropping the blade as she took his hand, he began following her. "Where were 'ya? Really, that stuff sucked? Maybe you're right, I couldn't even hold that fancy sword thingy, it must have been broken!" The girl's urgency made him chuckle a little bit. Having someone so much smaller than him tug on his arm, it reminded of when he would play with the village kids back home, which left a huge smile on his face as he ran through the city streets behind the girl. They always looked up to the dojo students, but he was one of the only ones that would take time out of his training to interact with them. In fact, his master liked to say he spent more time playing with them than training.

Uso's voice behind them erupted angrily as they slipped in and out of people on the streets, further past the shop they had just left behind. "What's he talkin' bout? I ain't no thief, that's rude. And why's he callin' everyone homeless? Does that mean somethin' around here?" Totally unaware of the situation Waffles had put him in, he kept pace as she climbed his shoulders, although without her tugging on his arm it was almost easier to run. "Ohhh I get it, you can be the lookout from here! Where's next? ... Hey wait, what're you doing in there?" His gaze dropped from the people on the streets in front of him, to the girl's small hands shifting around inside of his scarf.

Highly protective of the neckwear, he was generally alert when it came to anything involving the piece, going as far to wash it when it got even a little blood on it, which was surprisingly often. "What're those? OH NUNCHAKU, FUCK YES."He casually clenched his fist in the air, in a celebratory motion as he continued his trot through the streets, now paying no attention at all to the world around him. When she reached for his beli, he didn't give it many thoughts. Maybe it's because he wasn't clever, or maybe it's because he just didn't care. "Oh right, how much did you want? I don't know how much people usually charge for these things" He was of course referring to the girl's job of showing him around town.

Although he awaited her price in order to barter, something he was also awful at given he had never done it, he was met with a command instead. "Jump? Okay!" He didn't really know why she wanted him to jump, nor did he even remember they were being followed at this point. Luckily for her, he didn't need a reason to jump. It was just so damn fun. Taking a stride onto his right leg, he launched forward, above the few people ahead of them. As he came down, he repeated the process, this time using both feet, launching him even further into the air.

"Watch this, hold on!" Flint called to the girl on his back, as he moved his left hand to the top of her head, ensuring her support for the following aerial stunt. Using the airtime he'd racked up previously, he did a double frontflip in the air. It was quite the spectacle, even the people busy going about their lives on the streets stopped and took a moment to appreciate it, while others shouted about possessed fruits and other nonsense. Planning to stick the landing, Flint extended both of his feet as he neared the ground. Grinning wide, he'd had his eyes closed for most of the descent, enjoying himself a bit too much.

For one unlucky pirate, this meant a broken collarbone, a few broken ribs and a lack of consciousness. The sound of the collision was both humorous and grotesque, as springing and cracking filled the air simultaneously. Having basically kicked this man in the chest on the way down, Flint now stood atop a large, bald man, wearing leather pants, as well as a leather vest. On the very same chest the young man's feet now occupied, there was a tattoo of a pirate woman's face, in great detail. While Flint didn't recognize it, it was the crew tattoo of the infamous Captain Nobeard, who made every man in her crew swear loyalty to her for life. They were essentially man slaves.

"Uh oh." Flint looked down at the man's face, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. It hadn't yet occurred to him to step off of the man's chest, and he was probably suffocating the poor pirate at this point. It wasn't until Flint heard someone yell at him from behind, that he hopped off onto the ground. "What the fuck do you kids think you're doing?!" A gruff, livid sounding voice came from the pair's rear.

As his feet hit the ground, Flint made sure to wipe his shoes off, as if the man he'd just collided with had cooties or something. "You think punks like you can mess with the Nobeard crew? Just 'cause you're kids you act like we won't kill you?! Are you new here, boy? Answer me." Turning to address the man belonging to the voice, Flint felt a little lost. Rather than just a single person being at his back, he found himself a few feet away from 9 pirates, all with the same leather clothing the man he'd landed on wore. Not all of them were bald, though they all also shared the same tattoo. "Waffles, what do these guys want? I can't understand people when they yell."

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6 Re: Big Trouble in Little Loguetown on Mon Aug 22, 2016 11:26 pm

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With her small hand wrapped around his Beli stash, the thief had a moment of guilt that made her chew on her lower lip for a moment. It seemed that whoever this new guy was, wasn’t like anyone else she had ever met before...in more than one way. He clearly wasn’t the brightest Crayon in the box, but what he seemed to lack in intelligence, he made up for in humility it seemed. No one had ever even bothered to offer her money before, she was always forced to take it. And here she was, with some guy that she had just made her accomplice to her crime, was still willing to pay for a service that felt meager to her. The extended lower canine tooth quivered with her bottom lip, as she fought back tears, her bronzed hand wiping them away as she released the Beli, remembering what she had just told Dandy earlier. No tears. Nonetheless, the urgency of now was a real thing as she replied, ”Wedun (We don’t) worry about de moneyz right now. We gotta get-da-gettin!” Though her voice was still quivering, it was noticeable that she was taking the “man-up” approach to things, as she clenched her small mosquito fist tightly against Flint’s clothing.

She made sure not to touch the scarf in any manner, as the lion maned girl was a person of detail, as she had no choice but to be in her line of...work. Nothing that she had done thus far had caused any alarm from the silly jumping bean, but when she touched the scarf he was immediately both alert and concerned. She didn’t know what the polkadot spattered item meant to him, but regardless it wasn’t her place to go messing tinkering with it. Yet as he took his first step, Waffles could feel fingertips at the end of her infinite ponytail, the lanky fingers snatching out the last hair tie at the end, jolting her head back slightly but otherwise leaving her unscathed. Whipping her head around, her left handed grip was removed from Flint’s shirt temporarily, as her head spun around to see Uso clutching the hair tie, as she gave him something else he could hold to. A short middle finger. Laughing chaotically, Waffles turned back around as the man took his second leap, this one much more forceful than the last, as the pair vaulted, his hand on her head helping her stay glued in place as she screamed jovially!

As physically high as they were, it seemed that Waffles was also on somewhat of a mental high as well, lost in the fact that she was actually sharing her shenanigans with someone and they were enjoying themselves as much as she did. No one wanted to hang out with the homeless or a thief, and though Flint seemed obviously oblivious to both of those things in the giant Dwarf, she doubted that he would actually care either way. It was refreshing. Yet the wide dimpled grin quickly began to melt away as ocean blue eyes fell upon the target to be as she bellowed rather audibly while they were in mid-twirl, ”No no no, stop, stop, stop!” But it was too late, the trajectory had already been locked in, and unless there was a giant that would blow them along a different path, they were fucked. Seconds later came the echo of human bones being crushed and shattered into segments, as Waffles peered over the shoulder of the guy, steering his head to the side by his hair in a comedic fashion.

Leathers everywhere, and an insignia that was easily recognizable to Waffles made her mutter, ”Oh noes….we should keep bou-” But it was too late, as they had already been caught red handed assaulting one of the members of the Nobeard pirates by his other mates. As the pair was addressed, her tail stiffened as her face began to glow red, as she ducked down behind Flint’s shoulder, peering over it slightly as she slank down his back so only her eyes could be seen. But it was really to no avail, she had already been busted as the dumbass Nobeard pirate continued his chorus about being a child murderer and what it meant to mess with pirates. As he addressed Flint, the girl whispered, ”Der bad guys, really bad guys. Dun answer em, I dink I got dis.” Though she was clearly scared, she didn’t allow fear to make her useless, as she feigned confidence, as she perched on the guy’s back so that she could be seen more in her short formed glory. Yelling she said, ”You shut your ugly mouth! We’re not afraid of you! I jus’ got dis guy as a import from…”, she looked around for clues on her makeshift map skirt before continuing, ”da Grand Line on Vulcan, you lil’ puss puss pirates are nuffin to him! Dis is a warning! He once killed 50 menz with a single flintlock bullet. Den he killed 100 men with a single spring kick!”

Throwing her arms up as she elaborated his impossible feats, the girl soon pointed the little hands towards the horde of pirates as she continued, ”So if I was youz, I’d run now, before I gotta make him get mad again. And you duneem (don’t even) want to know what happens when he gets mad. Allat (all that) stuff was just from when he was chill!” Cackling with insane glee, the girl played her role as convincingly as possible for someone who made up a story that didn’t even sound feasible in the slightest. But this was shounen, it could have been, right? As the pirates looked back and forth at each other quizzingly, one from the back chanted, ”Aye, isn’t that that Waffles girl? She’s always lying! I bet this guy is nobody and nothing! He can’t mess with the Nobeard Pirates and get away with it!” It seemed that the guy was charging up his fellow pirates, as they all bellowed into the air, creating an audience as they gave out their shrieking warcry. Well that speech clearly didn’t work. So instead it was time for plan B, as Waffles leaned in to Flint and whispered, ”Ya gotta kick dere ass now...or we’re prolly both not gon’ be alive in da next 30 seconds. I’m to young! I haven’t even got tall yet.”

Yet even in the face of death and danger, Waffles couldn’t help but scamper down Flint’s pants leg, as she tilted on an upside down axis, clenching his clothing with her toes as she did so. Moving along his pants, she exited from him temporarily, as she began to rummage through the unconscious man’s clothing, much to the dismay of several of his mates. Stuffing his Beli in her skirt, she picked up his pistol, before scampering back up the happy jumpers clothes as a GET EM, came from somewhere. The pistol was way larger than her hands, that and she was afraid of it. She had never shot anyone before...or hurt anyone period. Nonetheless she clenched it as they came, forgetting all about the daggers that she had just pilfered.


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7 Re: Big Trouble in Little Loguetown on Tue Aug 23, 2016 2:27 am

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So 1 T0 soldier has been eliminated thus far, leaving 4 T0 and 5 T1 remaining. They're arranged in 0-1-0-1 order, meaning they're spread out evenly among their rank and number, aside from the one t1 at the front of the group that addressed the pair prior. This'll be detailed in post somewhat, but it breaks immersion to say shit like t1 and 2 mid post.


Flint dug into his ear casually using his pinky, noticing Waffles slinking away behind him, obviously frightened or uneasy. Listening to her words, he found himself in disbelief. These guys, bad? They seemed like such upstart gentlemen! Why, they even had matching tattoos of friendship! Although, he wasn't quite sure why they all had the same tattoo of some strange woman's face. In fact, on most of their muscular, scarred or somewhat obese bodies, she looked hideous, whoever she was.

Enjoying Waffles' tall tale, Flint's eyes widened with excitement. The girl was such a convincing liar, she'd even had him fooled. Or maybe it was simply because he was a fool himself. "Ahhh really?! I did all that? I bet it was so cool!" As the story became more elaborate and less believable, the boy started to put the pieces together. "Oh, wait... I mean, of course I did! If you mess with us, I'll treat you just like your friend here. I must warn you, I'm a master of Thugjitsu." He held his right hand out and clenched the fist, taking an obviously lax stance, before bursting into laughter. Flint looked over his shoulder and winked at Waffles in a goofy manner as his portion of the acting came to a close, as if he actually believed he had been convincing. No doubt, his poor acting performance did not help the girl's credibility at all. Not that it seemed she had any credibility among this group of men. To add to their discredit, the child had still been perched on his back the entire time, making their two man show all the more difficult to take seriously.

 Hearing Waffles' backup plan, Flint was filled with emotional turmoil. He was shocked that the men hadn't bought their story, especially after they had worked so hard on it. He even tried looking extra tough. However, he was also excited to see some action, as he hadn't since the tournament. These were pirates? They were supposed to be rough and tough criminals, but these guys just looked like an ugly woman's worship club. Shrugging his shoulders, he began stretching his legs as Waffles scampered back down his body. Leaning once to the right, then once to the left, he exhaled deeply.

"Guess there's no other way, then. After you guys, she'll be... one... two... three..." He used his fingers to count to the men, pointing to each of them individually, while trying to count by holding up the correct amount of fingers simultaneously. As a result, he appeared to be a simpleton. The pirates quickly grew impatient as he went about his scene. In the surrounding area, more and more people began leaving the streets, knowing battles involving pirates were dangerous for bystanders. Nine. Nine men closer to telling the truth." He flashed a large grin, apparently smug at his taunt. "When I kill you guys, do I get to meet the ugly lady? That's how pirates work, right?"

It seemed the Nobeard crew had a short fuse when it came to the disrespect of their captain. All regarding her as some sort of deity or goddess, they didn't tolerate insults of any kind. As Waffles scamped back up to her position on Flint's back, the man at the front of the group that had addressed them originally snapped. "Get em" The man howled, obviously butthurt. Taking a preemptive spring backwards to gain distance as they closed on him, he turned his attention to the girl at his back for a moment. "Know how to shoot that thing? Me neither. Hold on tight." He waited as the first man closed the additional gap, the rest of his crew collapsing just behind in a ninety degree arc.

Taking a swing at Flint with a short cutlass, the first man led the charge. Rather than stepping out of the way, or striking the man back, the young spring human saw the isolated pirate as a chance to set himself up for some sweet, sweet destruction. Springing straight up just before the blade would have slashed his chest, Flint hopped over the man's extended arm and shoulder. As he passed the pirate straight over, he put his feet closely together, pressing on the man's second vertebrae in his cervical spine, using it as a springboard of sorts. The result of the motion was Flint's propulsion forward, towards the rest of the men involved in the scuffle, while the pirate would find himself being forced to the ground from the intense vertical strain placed on his neck and spine. Shaping his right hand into a gun as he did so, while pointing it back at the now beginning to collapse pirate, Flint called out. "Waffles, bang, bang!" He knew she would understand just what he meant, they were on the same wavelength now.

As he flew towards the rest of the eight men left standing, he coiled his right leg and turned his hips, like chambering a bullet in a barrel. "Bane Bane, roundhouse!" Throwing a midair kick at the man most to his right in the now more tightly knit group of pirates, his leg extended forward by creating a springed joint at the knee, making up for the distance between the combatants. Though the pirate attempted to slice Flint's leg before it made contact with his gut, he simply wasn't quick enough to avoid or prevent the young man's shin and upper foot violently bludgeoning his soft underbelly. His ribs were easily broken, as he coughed up blood almost instantly. Sent flying from the impact, he was knocked into another pirate to his right, who in turn fell into the pirate next to him, being impaled on his comrade's drawn blade. As the man impaled was quite heavyset, he fell over dead on top of the ally who'd inadvertently killed him, pinning him to the ground for an unknown amount of time. Blood filled the cracks in the white tiles at their feet as the dead man bled out.

Following through with the kick, Flint finished the rotation of his shoulders, leaving him somewhat crooked in the air as he began his descent. He hadn't accounted for the additional weight Waffles added, and his balance was off as a result. As he neared the ground, he turned both palms into springs and used them to flip himself upright with a small bounce and somersault, returning to his feet again. Maybe five feet from the remaining combatants, he repeated the counting process from earlier, only this time without using his hands. Four were down, there were five more to go. While he would have loved to taunt them some more, the time for playing was gone. The men slowly began to spread out, more evenly surrounding him. They seemed hesitant, as if no one wanted to make the first move. Flint figured at this rate, they would simply wait for the man stuck beneath the corpse to join them, and attack him all at once.

"Fight, you pussies!" He shot one of them a stationary spring punch, merely striking him in the face and staggering him before hopping into the air again, far above their heads. Below, he could hear the pirates bickering between themselves. Landing on the rooftop of a shop just behind his previous position, the shingles cracked audibly. Kneeling to allow Waffles to descend, he yawned. "You wanna try killing one without the gun? It's pretty fun! Or should you run?" He was fully aware that his sentence rhymed, as he'd thought of it as he flew through the air toward his destination. Pretty quick thinking, if you asked him. While he wanted to give the girl the opportunity to defend herself, he also wanted to give her the chance to run if need be. He couldn't guarantee her safety if he kept fighting with her at his back. Hell, he couldn't guarantee his own safety doing anything.

"So, what'll it be? You can take the small fry on the left if you're feeling up to it."



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8 Re: Big Trouble in Little Loguetown on Tue Aug 23, 2016 9:37 am

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Replying back with infinite amounts of confidence, she said, ”Of course I know how to use it! Ya jus’ uh….hmmmm.” Her eyes were glued to the killing utensil, as she rotated it in an attempt to remember how she had seen it function before, or at least try and gain a quick understanding so her bluff actually seemed realistic. Her small hands moved to the lever/hammer towards the end of the gun, pressing it down with an audible click which let her know she was ready to blast on a mofo. A small grin came to her slightly dirty face, her dimples showing in full glory once more, as Flint literally sprang into action. She had to say, at first she didn’t think she went with the right faction for this scuffle, as the lanky blonde literally made things a thousand times worse when he began talking. Nonetheless, what he lacked in social grace for choosing words, he made up for in ability, which at the time was a lot more important. Cackling with insane glee from his back, the girl gripped his shirt with her toes once more, as he vaulted into the air, his feet coming together to stomp on the second victim.

Though she was laughing, her mouth instantly went dry when Flint had asked her in his own little special way to kill the pirate. She had never shot anyone before...or killed anyone for that matter. Sure she had seen it happen to a bunch of people, but doing something like that was something she rarely even thought of doing. Nonetheless, when the pressure was on, Waffles always rose to the challenge, and given the fact that the new guy was going to go on a murder rampage, she couldn’t just be outshined in her own town right? As she thought about the credibility and notoriety she could gain from mopping up some Nobeards, the bang bang sound was one that she would be forced to recreate. With her tiny tater tot toes clinging to the black fabric, she leaned backwards, now upside down as Flint vaulted, the gun mere inches from the back of the unsuspecting man’s head, as she pulled the trigger with vigor. Brain matter and blood spewed out everywhere, as the recoil of the weapon caused Waffles to drop it abruptly as the blood spattered over her face.

For a moment she was in shock at what just happened, her ears ringing as she inhaled the gunpowder that seemed to be in endless amounts up her nose. She couldn’t stop inhaling it, nor could she stop looking at the corpse she had just created, stunned at her own actions. As it seemed that she might lose her mind, the agape mouth of hers turned into a malevolent grin, as she used her upper body strength to pull herself back in place on Flint’s back, her hands curling around his neck as she did so. ”Dat wasn’t so bad”, she thought to herself, though her mind was still seemingly blank, as she mulled over the event that had transpired. It was notable that she would have been fucked if she wasn’t on the back of Flint while her mind struggled to put the puzzle together, as she only came to from her trauma when the scarf wearing Spring Man had come to a halt, calling them all pussies and punching one of the pirates in the face, which caused Waffles to giggle. Looking around at the chaos that had ensued, she saw blood running everywhere, a trapped dude under the girth of another dead dude, the count down to five remaining.

As he jumped back again, the roof grunted loudly, as Spring Man lowered himself, prompting her that the free ride was over. It was strange, she actually enjoyed it up there, as it made her feel tall. It was also comforting for whatever reason, though she couldn’t say it like that. Instead she put on her psuedo-toughness as she shot out, ”I’m no coward! Butchu (But you) owe me anodda (another) ride for gettin’ me into dis mess.” Of course she had eluded to the fact that it was her fault to begin with for stealing from Uso’s shop, but that wasn’t important. Instead what did come to her mind was the fact...that she had stolen from Uso’s shop and had treasures from it. With her eyes shifting for a moment, a plan came to her mind as she said, ”Actually, know what, yur on yur own!” Jumping off of his back, the girl ran on all fours as she dove off the roof, performing several frontflips before landing and continuing her gallop down the street. Of course she wasn’t actually running away, but she couldn’t tell Flint that, as he had that whole mouth sewage thing and it needed to be convincing that she had left him to his own devices.

Running two blocks down the white tiled road (which was hella clear at this point), Waffles kited to her right, turning on the next street. As she reached the end of it, she peered out from the side of a building at the exposed backs of the Nobeard pirates, and Flint on the roof. Putting her hand out, she gave him a thumbs up, not worried about if he ruined her plan now, cause nobody would have time to react anyway. Pulling a single fang (dagger) from inside of her skirt, she practiced stabbing and slashing for a moment, as well as how to hold it and getting familiar with it’s weight. It felt natural, as it seemed a dagger was always the chosen weapon of a thief, and Waffles was no exception. Placing the grip against her right palm, she held the huge looking dagger (compared to the side of her hand) with the wicked curve facing her, holding her thumb against the hilt to control it and keep it in place. Taking a deep breath, she darted out from her cover, her moments silent as she trolled on all fours.

As she got within meters of the group she lunged at the open back of the pirate that Flint has first pointed out to her. As she lept thru the air, she turned the dagger on it’s axis, allowing the point of it to find a new home in that fat, balding pirates back. Dragging the knife down his spine, blood poured out as he howled in pain and attempted to grab her all the same. But it was too late, as she had wrenched the knife out and was already spider monkey’ing between his legs, punching him in the sack as she did so. While he began to melt down from blood loss and hurt nuts, she placed her feet against his large belly, springing off of it as she began to cascade upside down thru the air towards her next victim in the semi-circle. Though he had seen her coming and attempted to slice her mid-air, Waffles contorted her body as she spiraled about, landing on the guy’s face, before repeatedly stabbing him in the neck and back. It seemed that she was stuck in autopilot, as she couldn’t stop stabbing even as his body started dropping.

However she would be forced to, as the nearest pirate seized the opportunity to grab her by her long flowing mane with one hand, and holding her dagger hand with the other, as he peeled the giant Dwarf off of his comrade’s face. Kicking and flailing as he turned her towards him, a toothless smile mixed with rancid breath greeted her as she thought about the fact he deserved to die from that breath alone, sheesh. As she continued to flail and scream, ”Let me go!” in damsel in distress fashion, it was all a ruse as her free hand crept to the back of her skirt once more, the second fang being produced as she began to stab away at the arm that held her by the hair. After five stab wounds she was released, yet as she dropped, both daggers came together as she placed her feet against the pirate’s chest to control her descent as she placed the daggers just above his neck, disemboweling him as she oozed towards the ground. As another attempt to grab her came forth, she slipped thru the legs of the dying man, she avoided hands trying to grasp her, as she scampered around on all fours in circles before running towards the building that Flint had once occupied. Laughing jovially she said, ”Bwhahahahahaha, ya slow fucks, I’m uncatchable-ble!” And it was true, as she was quite the wormy elusive little person, as her toothy smile was shown once more, crimson dripping down the twin fangs.

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9 Re: Big Trouble in Little Loguetown on Tue Aug 23, 2016 9:34 pm

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Task Name: Warzone
Tier: 2
NPC or PC: NPC
Location: Logue Town
Crew, Team, or Personal: Personal
Description: As matters escalate, the fight expands when even more of the Pirate group's crewmates arrive, and Marines send troops to break up the fighting and arrest the troublemakers. While the Marines and Pirates also fight between themselves, there will be some from both sides attacking the pair of Waffles and Flint, as townspeople flee and chaos ensues.
Enemy Details: 10 T2 Marines, 20 T1 Pirates with pistols, rifles, and various low grade melee weaponry.
Boss: No

Crouching patiently as Waffles scampered off, Flint groaned audibly. "Awww and here I thought you were cool!" He complained loudly, in a playful tone. It didn't matter to him if she ran away, honestly. Without someone to protect, he could have a lot more fun here. Looking towards the pirates below, he called out to them. "You guys ain't gonna chase her? Good, I was worried I would have to rush myself." He rose to his feet, wiping blood from his right pants leg.

If it weren't for Waffles' small thumb peering from behind a building within his line of sight, Flint would have jumped into the fray and begun the fight without any further words. He was itching to fight, and now he didn't have a reason to retreat. Noticing her signal, he shot the girl a thumbs up in return. Although, from below, he appeared to be signaling the pirates themselves. He then sprung from the roof with another loud crack, this time creating a hole where he once stood, about two feet in diameter. While to most it would appear that the young man was falling and in danger, the pirates had already seen his ability. They knew they were the ones in danger.

"Shit, move!" The furthest one back called out, as the group evaded the flying man dropping on them from above in an attempted stomp. In their effort to dodge Flint's attack, the men backed themselves even further towards Waffles. The ground at his feet cracked and chipped, tiles splintering in several directions as his spring legs hit the ground. Unfortunately for the pirates, they were too focused on the scarfed lunatic to notice the impending doom closing in from behind.

Springing again using the inertia gained from dropping off of the roof, he took to the air as Waffles charged in, watching the commotion from above. She was fast. The moment Flint saw her take off, he knew there was nothing these men could do to stop her. He almost felt bad for the first two guys, they hit the ground before he could even really tell what was going on. Watching as a third grabbed her, he clicked his teeth. He sprung off the air above by turning so his head and torso to faced the ground, lunging towards the pair. To his surprise, she'd managed to break free of the man's hold herself, and wasn't in need of rescue. In fact, she'd made a clean escape. Sort of.

As he neared the ground at the group's feet, he outstretched his arms. He sprung from them in a handstand motion while flipping forward to face the two remaining men, who were now in pursuit of Waffles as she retreated to the safety of the building at his back. Barreling towards them, he gripped each of their faces in his left and right palms respectively, and turned them into springs as he pressed his hands violently into their skulls. With his body in the air between the two men, he pushed his arms forward as hard as he could, using the men to stop his aerial momentum. As a result, they were both forced off of their feet and onto their backs, their heads slamming into the pavement tile below. Blood oozed from the backs of their heads as they shattered the ground beneath them, Flint's palms driving their skulls further into the pavement. He pushed off of their fallen corpses with his hands once more, springing backwards uncontrollably, and into the building Waffles was now using to loiter.

Peeling himself from the now damaged wall with a grunt, he shot Waffles a thumbs up just as before. "You're a little killer! Hahaha, I told you it was fun!" He clapped his hands jovially, before he heard a grunt in the distance. Heaving the body of his oversized companion off of him, the remaining living Nobeard pirate rose to his feet, panting loudly. "You kids won't get away with this... When she finds out, you're de-" His words were interrupted as a gunshot filled the air, a bullet flying through his skull. A moment after the blood spewed from his skull, he fell over lifeless.

"She who? Hmmm, who's that? Those uniforms look familiar." Smoke fluttered from the rifle barrel of a marine soldier, as a squadron of ten marines poured in from the street to the left. They had obviously come from the marine base here in Loguetown, although Flint wouldn't have known there even was one. His runins with marines were few, and often displeasing. Back on Karate Island, marines only ever came by to try and take land from the farmers, sometimes by force.

From the street to the right, Flint could hear a small uproar growing. It sounded like a murmur exploding into a roar, as 20 pirates dressed in the same fashion charged into view, trampling the corpses of their fallen allies. The street was a disaster. There were bloodstains, broken tiles, cracked ground, and bodies everywhere. Devoid of civilians, including the persistent shopkeeper Uso, a battle on the ground had erupted.

"Halt, by order of the marines, you're all under arrest. Resistance will be met with deadly force." The marine that had fired the earlier shot calmly called out to the pair of Waffles and Flint, while addressing the large group of pirates simultaneously. The uniformed man seemed to know which option would be chosen, as he'd been eyeing down his sights the entire time, preparing to fire. "Uh-oh" With pirates and marines closing in from either side, Flint knew it was time to relocate.

Springing towards Waffles, he gently scooped her up under his arm and onto his back, before using the building at their backs to spring into the air. Bullets whizzed by the pair as they sprung about, dodging the eminent collision of the opposing factions. Watching the bloodshed below, Flint recognized quickly that the well trained marines were more skilled than the low class pirates, despite being outnumbered two to one. Addressing Waffles mid-air, he asked for her opinion. "Waddya say? Should we play some more, or get lost?" He shot her a toothy grin, his surprisingly white teeth taking over most of his face as they gently landed atop another building. This time he remained standing, rather than ejecting the girl from her piggy back ride.

More bullets found their way headed in the pair's direction. It seemed despite the chaos happening on the ground, men from either side still found time to focus on the pair of troublemaking  rascals. They must have been pissed. "Shit, no fair!" He sprung to the building beside the one he was on, narrowly dodging the light spray of fire. Thanks to their outdated firearms however, the waves of shots were slow and spaced, giving him enough time to spring to another building in the area to avoid them, circling the battlefield. In the process, many of the shops suffered heavy damage, from both the gunfire and Flint's chaotic pattern of springing.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and smoke, and the streets were filled with even more blood and death than prior, as the numbers of the men thinned at a rapid pace. Before he knew it, there were less than half of the original numbers standing for each side. Four marines and seven pirates, to be exact. Many of the corpses were riddled with bullet holes and slashing wounds, indicating the ferocity of the battle that had been taking place. "Now's our chance! Yeehaw!" Flint recklessly sprung forward at the group of combatants, who'd finally swapped focus from the pair and started defending themselves from their opposing faction. The seven pirates were being driven back by the fire of the four marines, as they begun their retreat.

"Git um!" Flint hollered, grabbing the girl from his back and tossing her towards the fleeing pirates with a spring. He knew she could mop them up, most of them had already been shot once or twice. If there was anything living in the wilderness had taught him, it's that once the prey begun to flee, it was already good as dead. Now free from the girl's weight, he touched down with his feet and sprung forward once more, towards the marines. Evading their fire with several linear bounces in a serpentine pattern as he closed the gap, he was soon upon the four men.

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10 Re: Big Trouble in Little Loguetown on Wed Aug 24, 2016 12:49 pm

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The small girl simply watched as the remaining men were propelled into the ground with extreme force from the Spring Man’s hand, the resulting aftershock sending him careening towards the storefront wall beside her. Debris rained around him, a small cloud of concrete vapor exhaling into the air as he pulled himself from the wall’s clutches, Waffles waving her right hand in front of her face causing little droplets of blood to splash off the knife as she did so. Giggling lightly the Dwarf mused, ”I suppose I am, huh? Who knew?!” Giving a slight jump of chibi elation from her squatting position, she thought about her feats here today and what it meant for her going on into the future. Having clashed with the Nobeard pirates, she was SURE to make it on a pirate crew now. If this didn’t show that she was tough and capable of handling herself as more than a liability then she really didn’t know what did.

Yet that answer would soon come in the form of white suits and boots clambering against the ground in unison, as a shot rang out, both causing the hair on Waffles body to raise, as her swishing tail came to a confrontational halt as the Marine issued his shitty command. She couldn’t really say she was surprised, as pirates, a thief, and a lunatic clashing on a public street definitely warranted the attention of the governing division of Logue Town. But that didn’t matter, the girl had no intention of being taken in, as her back arched, audibly hissing as if she were an enormous house cat, clawing the air viciously with her daggers, warning them to stay back without words. As her head switched to the other side, more incoming traffic could be seen in the form of more Nobeard pirates, which caused her to now begin to growl while simultaneously creating a low grumble of a whining noise.

It always happened like this, whenever Waffles got into a corner the fact that she had lived in the forest for a stretch of her life became fairly evident. Rearing her teeth, as her head switched from side to side to make sure she didn’t get ganked or shot, she had almost managed to stab Flint in her feral state as he scooped her up and propelled the pair on top of the building they were lingering in front of as he did so. Fortunately she had stopped herself mid-stab, as she shook her head back and forth, pulling herself out of the trance as she found herself on the older child’s back once more. Bullets begin to sing a chorus from below, though it seemed as if the clash of the two factions did nothing to render the trouble starting pair invisible to either set of eyes, something which was realized as the scarf wearing madman twirled thru the air, evading bullets as he asked her about their next plan of action.

The wide grin of her’s once again found it’s home again as she nodded vigorously and replied, ”We gotsta! Dey can’t dreat us like dis.” It had seemed that the Marine’s didn’t even go there looking to diffuse the situation, more so that they wanted blood on their hands as well. Shoot first ask questions never, it was always like that in Logue, the Marine’s being bigger bullies than any set of pirates whose humble origins began on the small island. But worse than them being renegade outlaws much like the people they condemned, they also frowned so heavily on the poor and did nothing to help them. Instead the homeless were quarantined like they were diseased, made to keep away from the wealthy parts of town due to the fact their presence bred crime. Needless to say, Waffles hated them, but this was a time for revenge, though it seemed as if Flint only saw it as another game, as he was clearly overall unconcerned about their presence of who they were aligned with.

”A man who would oppose a branch of the government fer nuttin more dan pure enjoyment…daz livin”, Waffles thought to herself as the scarf-bearer made semi-circle around the group, jumping from building to building as the barbaric scene below continued to play out. Nodding at the idea that now was their chance to strike, the bandit replied, ”Put meh inna game, coach! And dun forget da dings in da scarf!” There were bullets flying everywhere, and though the guy had already proven himself capable of reacting and dodging them, she was developing a sense of concern and compassion for the guy, and the pilfered gloves seemed like a fine way to rid the gunfire. Who knew that something from Uso’s shop would actually prove to be useful. Of course it wasn’t like she could tell him that, so instead they would just call it even for him being the instigator of all of this violence.

As Flint grabbed her up by her shirt as if she was weightless, he sent her careening towards the pirates who were now falling back. Her arms were outstretched as if they were small featherless wings, though she soon tucked them in, in exchange for more speed as she flew thru the air like a non-spiraled football. As one of the pirates pointed towards Waffles as she fell from the sky, the other six men immediately pointed their guns in her direction. Though it was no concern of hers, as her grace was as great in the air as it was on the ground. Tumbling sideways, the girl twisted her body, performing aerial stunts as if she were on the ground. Each passing bullet only made her adrenaline spike, and before she knew it she had landed behind the group as if she were a meteor striking the ground. Nonetheless despite the speed of her descent, there was no cracking of ground, no sound emitted at all, and she had managed to land perched on all fours.

She didn’t even waste the time for them to turn around to face her, instead she immediately took off, galloping the two meters across the distance that separated her and her prey. Giving a light jump, her body lifted off of the ground, as she grabbed hold of a skinny blonde pirates shirt, before locking her legs around his waist, her twin fangs forming and “X” around his neck before quickly dissecting it. As his blood sprayed from the jugular cut, she released her legs from round him, placing a knife in his left shoulder, stabilizing and pulling herself upon him before leaping off to the next victim. Falling towards him, he attempted to shoot her, though she easily evaded it, as she twist her small body to the left, stabbing him thru the top of the head for his miscalculation. Swinging around on the hilt of the dagger, she thrust her body forward, leaving the knife stuck in his head, as her flew legs first into the next pirate.

Wrapping her legs around his neck, she reached behind him as he fought to get her off his face, stabbing him nearly ten times in the back in the fram of about two seconds. As he began to melt down, she bent her knees giving a slight “jump, as her feet found themselves on his shoulders. Stabilizing herself with one more stab to the neck, she pushed backwards off of his body, performing a front flip thru the air, snatching the once abandoned dagger from the top of the man’s skull as she did so. Still spinning thru the air, her head flew into the belly of the pirate standing beside Daggerdome. As he buckled from the force, she landed majestically on her feet, stabbing upwards into his gut over, and over, and, over, and over again. As he slumped further, the lioness burst thru his legs on all fours, knives outstretched as she ran by two men who were closely together. She didn’t even bother to turn, instead only extending her arms back mid-stride, and snatching them towards herself, cutting deep into both of their Achilles heels with the wicked curve of the daggers. Brashly running towards a nearby building wall, the girl placed her feet upon it, as she jumped, pushing off of it as she twirled 180 degrees in the air, both fangs stretched out in front of her as the twisted into the vulnerable backs of men whose movements had been impaired by the cuts.

The final man was so worried about potentially being killed by her, that he wasn’t even paying attention as a stray bullet found it’s home in his sternum. Nonetheless as he began to fall, she ran up on him, kneeing him in the face violently, causing his teeth to litter the ground, before lifting the dagger in her right hand allowing it to pierce the back of his neck, viciously sliding to the other side. As he gurgled, Waffles struggled to wrench the dagger from between the bones in his neck as she muttered, ”Bah, de curve!” Continuing to yank on the dagger was doing that pirate’ death no favors, as he reached out into the air towards death. Falling back as the dagger was unearthed from his body, laughed joyously as she acknowledged the freedom of this lifestyle. Maybe Flint wasn’t so crazy after all, as she turned in his direction giving him another thumbs up.


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11 Re: Big Trouble in Little Loguetown on Wed Aug 24, 2016 5:46 pm

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The small girl's words rang in his head as he closed the distance between he and the remaining marines. "Things in the scarf?" He pondered momentarily, watching the most forward marine in the pack extend his rifle barrel, aiming it at his chest. "Oh, I know!" Flint chortled, springing forward to grip the rifle's stock with his left hand, he savagely tugged it upwards, forcing the barrel to face the sky. The shot fired into the air as the marine pulled the trigger, the loud noise causing Flint's ears to ring.

He hadn't had much experience with guns. Nobody on Karate Island ever used them, villagers opting to rely on the martial artists for protection. He knew they were dangerous, but he wasn't quite used to the sound of explosives, or the smell of gunpowder. If it weren't for how eager he was to fight, he might have even been distracted by the thundering sound and acrid smell. Digging in his scarf with his right hand, he gripped the iron handle of the pair of nunchucks Waffles had left there earlier, while releasing his left hand's grip on the barrel the marine had relinquished by now. The gun made an audible clacking sound as it hit the ground beneath them, bouncing around for a moment.

The marine at the front drew the cutlass from the sheathe at his left side using his right hand, lunging forward at Flint a single time in a stabbing motion. "Rude!" The boy spat, as he dodged to the left of the blade, fully brandishing a single set of iron nunchaku. Flailing it around wildly in an attempt to look like a badass, Flint hit his own arm several times, before dropping the weapon altogether. "Ow, that's difficult as shit!" He gripped his right forearm with his left hand, rubbing the impact areas roughly. He would definitely have bruises later. As easy and fun to use as the people back home had made them seem, Nunchaku were not for use by the unpracticed.

During this display, the other three marines surrounded the boy at various angles, guns drawn, with their fingers on the triggers. They formed a sort of diamond around Flint, with the disarmed marine at his front, one at each side, and one at his back. The man holding the saber at his front extended his blade to a few inches from Flint's chest, then cleared his throat before speaking. "Now, if you're finished... Notice you're surrounded before making your next decision. You and your accomplice are to be arrested, what are your names?"

Raising his hands above his head slowly, Flint smiled. "Oh us? I'm Flint Eulisses, and that's Waffles E. Marshmallows!" Butchering the girl's name, his voice echoed loudly throughout the streets, as if he were announcing their presence to the world. He heard the commotion behind him as the girl tore into the pirates, the screams of the men being cut short by the ripping and tearing of flesh. Through the gunfire and the sounds of the slaughter, he could hear the girl's laughter. "Aw, she's hoggin' all the fun. Tell ya what, I'll give you guys till I count from one to ten to run. One, two, ten!"

The marines looked at each other momentarily, skeptical of what the bumbling idiot was on about. What kind of fool would try to make a move with guns at his back? Putting his feet together to form a single large spring, he leaped over the marine holding the saber in one bound. Bullets from the marines at his sides and rear trailed him as he gained air, missing the spot where he once was. Reaching into his scarf again as he flew overhead, he withdrew the gloves Waffles had given him prior. "Oooh snazzy." He slipped them on as he descended, landing a few feet behind the wordy marine he had engaged prior. They were comfortable, and easy to twiddle his fingers around in, despite being covered in metal plating.

Bouncing from his landing point, he plowed towards the marine who had turned to face him, sword extended to strike at the scarfed criminal. Catching the blade with an open left hand, the scraping sound of metal on metal filled the area, as the glove protected him from being cut. He ran his left hand down to the blade's base, near the guard, and gripped tightly on the marine's wrist, where his hand met the handle. This was done to ensure the enemy couldn't release and flee, and to gain additional leverage, as Flint yanked the man forward. Forcefully thrusting his right hand into the man's gut with a punch, blood spewed from the marine's mouth and onto Flint's attire, as the metal plates dug into the skin at his stomach.

The other marines stood behind their dying comrade, guns drawn, and released a small hail of bullets. Gripping the lifeless corpse in his hand, Flint ducked down, maneuvering the body to be used as a shield of sorts for the first spray of bullets. Tossing the bullet riddled body aside, he bounced forward, wondering if the metal laden gloves would be able to hold up against gunfire as well. He figured there was only one way to find out.

Approaching the marine that was most to the left, Flint placed his right fist against the barrel of the gun in the man's hands, roughly kneeing him in the groin using his right knee simultaneously. As a reaction to the pain in his nads, the marine pulled the trigger. Flint winced as he heard the shot collide with the iron that plated his knuckles, almost expecting to lose a finger or two. To his surprise, the iron held up. Instead, the gun backfired as the bullet failed to leave the barrel, causing gunpowder residue in the old styled gun to heat up and explode, albeit mildly. The resulting heat momentarily caused the iron plating to light up like burning coals, burning Flint's hand within the glove. He loudly proclaimed "Hot! So hot! Guns are stupid!" as he gave the man a quick strike to the face with the scorching glove, tearing into his skull and burning his flesh. The blood spewing from the wound cooled the metal on his fists, providing temporary relief to the howling boy, though he would most certainly suffer a burn wound on his knuckles if left untreated.

More bullets, more springing. It didn't seem to matter how many times the last two men fired at him, they couldn't land a shot that would halt Flint's approach. Targeting the one across from the man he'd just slain in the diamond formation, Flint gripped his face violently, digging the fingers on his left hand into the flesh around his eyes and cheeks. Performing a light jump upwards, he brought his right shin to the back of the man's head, using his hand to propel the man's skull into his leg simultaneously. The result resembled a cantaloupe or watermelon being smashed with a hammer, as Flint twisted about in the air to recover from the motion, and the body hit the ground.

The last man remaining at the back of the diamond formation, scared for his life, dropped his gun and began screaming loudly. "Please! I just signed on with the Marines two months ago, I don't wanna die, let me go!" He cowered, lowering his head and dropping to his knees. Landing on one leg whimsically, Flint hopped about, laughing. "Ah c'mon, you're not even gonna try? Fine fine, get outta here." He rolled his eyes, dashing forward at the man and gripping him by the collar of his uniform, before springing up into the air with him in his grip. At the peak of his small leap, he tossed the man forward with all of his strength, sending him flying down the street. He would be wounded for sure, but he would live nonetheless.

"And tell your friends not to mess with us, too!" He called out behind the sole survivor as he tumbled down the street, then crawled to his feet and limped in the direction of the marine base. Turning back to face Waffles, he looked at the mass of corpses at her feet, and the smile that stretched her face. The streets were bloodstained, it looked like a massacre had taken place. "Hmmm, is that all of 'em?" He pointed to the dead pirates, wondering if their crew had been wiped out. "Where's the ugly tattoo lady?" He inquired aloud, removing the gloves from his hands and tucking them back into his scarf. Glancing at his right hand, he could see the sear marks in the flesh of his knuckles. Scars were supposed to be a good thing among martial artists, as damaging one's body made it stronger over time. Seeing that he had acquired one already made him grin. He would be strong and respected soon, no doubt about it.

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12 Re: Big Trouble in Little Loguetown on Thu Aug 25, 2016 9:57 am

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Task Name: Captain Crunchtime
Tier: 3
NPC or PC: NPC
Location: Loguetown
Crew, Team, or Personal: Personal
Description: The captain of the Nobeard crew is pissed that a good portion of her group of man-servants are wasting their time playing around in town. Arriving on scene to investigate the situation, she sees that they have been defeated, and questions the duo of Waffles and Flint. Angered either by their responses or the fact that they'd "damaged her property", she sicks the rest of her crew to capture them and make them her slaves. When most of her remaining crew is defeated, she becomes angered and intervenes, proclaiming about her minions' idiocy. The rookie pair must defeat her or escape before marine reinforcements arrive.
Enemy Details: 5 T2 pirates, 10 T1 Pirates, 20 T0 Pirates equipped with flintlocks, rifles, and various low grade melee weaponry.

After her fit of laughter had been completed, Waffles stood to her feet once more, looking around at the chaotic battlefield around her. There was damn near nowhere to walk that one wouldn’t encounter a pool of blood or either a corpse taking up space. The bottoms of her foot we soaked in the crimson liquid, as well as the fangs, which she still held in her hands. The joy was wiped from her face, her mouth becoming a thin downturned line as the Flint character ruined her name. E? Marshmallows? How in the world did he manage to mess up a name that was comprised of three breakfast foods? Was the E supposed to stand for eggs in his mind? What the hell did people eat marshmallows with in the morning.Throwing her arms up at the scarf wearing madman in a “What the fuck” motion, she shot out loudly, ”BAH! Mah names’ WAFFLES D. PANCAKESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” As she shouted, she put extra emphasis on her last name like a small whiny child, before releasing a ‘hmph’ sound and throwing her head in the air, the earrings on her bandana and ear jingling as she did so.

She continued with her nose in the air as she said, ”Jus’ fer dat, Um not eem gonna help ya!” Of course that really wasn’t the reason, but it sounded like it was the tough guy way to go about things. Instead she already knew the lunatic could handle a group of four, and also that he likely threw her over here as to not have his fun and pleasure divided and taken away from him. Which was somewhat sensible...well at least it was in regards to Flint. She hadn’t known him incredibly long, but his M.O. was incredibly easy to read. While he seemed reckless and ditzy, all he wanted to do was have fun. He was like a ten year old with serial killer tendencies trapped in a body that was to big for him. As she thought about this, it took her back to her small condition, which made the frown on her face deepen, before placing the knife in her right hand between her teeth. Seeing the bodies around the urban battlefield made a lightbulb go off in her head as she attempted to snap her fingers with no avail due to the blood on her palms.

Once a thief, always a thief. It didn’t matter the predicament, nor did she actually have the morals to not rob corpses. Bending down, she began to rummage thru her last victim’s pockets, taking him for all his Beli, before scattering to do the same to the next nearest man. Over and over she repeated this process, stuffing Beli in her half shirt-jacket, making the pockets bulge due to her excessive greed. As she worked backwards, Flint was ending his four man problem, turning just in time to see him propel the last Marine down the street with a spring coiled arm. Scampering over to where he was the small girl coo’ed, ”NO! He gon tell on us, and den they’ll send more. Marines are da worse. Ya’should never feel sorry for dem. K, Flint?” As she looked up at him, she would wait for him to confirm the philosophy, before grabbing his steaming hand as she placed her knives in the back of her skirt. Ripping off a piece of bandage from around her thigh, she wrapped it around the wound and tied it before saying, ”Daz all I ken do. We’ll gets it fixed, Dandy good at dis typa stuff.”

As she released his large hand from both of her itty bitty ones, pale blue eyes averted to the the chatter of feet coming fromt the direction that the latest batch of skewered pirates had come from, causing Waffles to groan heavily. She was quite the observant little thief, and listening to the rhythm of boots and shoes hitting tile, she could tell that this was going to be a bigger wave of fuckery than either of the two. She had almost pasted her hand against her face, but remembered she had other people’s blood on it, and instead wiped it on her skirt as the many Nobeard pirates began to file in, those at the front shoveling bodies of their deceased comrades out of the way, as the second wave were on their hands and knees scrubbing the pathway of blood. The third layer was beginning to part, as the filling in came to a halt, an overly large and beautiful woman stepping thru the crowd of men that was beginning to bow as she passed. Placing her hand out, she mushed the foreheads of many of them in passing, the final she pulled out her flintlock, shooting him in the face as she said in her bitchy voice, ”Moe.”

As the shot rang, Waffles jumped a little bit, her eyes clenching for a moment as she watched the great Captain Nobeard murder one of her men in careless fashion. With the gun still smoking, her heels clicked against the tile, as her men scrubbed the tile faster, hoping to remove the blood stains before their mistress stepped in the puddle. Placing her stiletto on one of the men’s back, he halted his movement completely, not even looking as if he were breathing, as gargantuan woman held out her pistol, which was graciously taken by her one of her men slaves as they began to reload it with haste. Her voice erupted in cute viciousness as she said, ”Who DARE do this to the QUEEN of Loguetown? Only I hurt these peasants…” As her eyes furrowed, the woman seemed to have a puzzled look on her face as she continued, ”Well if it isn’t the street rat herself, Waffles D. Pancakes. And who is this low quality, shit of a man?”

Waffles had been stuck in both revered respect and fear, as she had never been acknowledged by any pirate before, but this wasn’t exactly the way that she wanted it to happen. Sweat began to bead on her forehead as she started to become submissive to the tone of Nobeard’s voice, her own quivering as she said, ”Well di-dis be Flint. He’s ma….he’s ma friend.” Looking up at him, the girl had decided they were in this together, though Nobeard didn’t bother stalling her laughter as she mocked, ”FRIEND? A man?! As she laughed, her slaves nervously joined her, as the still held out hand, had the pistol placed in it. Clicking down the hammer once more, she aimed it at the reloader, before pulling the trigger and holding out her hand once more, waiting for someone to reload it, which they began to do abruptly. Continuing she said, ”Women cannot be friends with men. Women OWN men! So I’ll tell you what Waffles...I know your dreams, I know you want to be free of this...peasant filled island. I will make you a deal. Turn over the man, so that we can sell him at the slave house...humans are going for a decent rate these days, I’ll forget about any of your involvement and let you on my crew as the first female member other than my gorgeous self. Do we have a deal.”

In Waffles mind, a chorus of ”YES, YES, YES, YES, YESSSSSSSS, OH MY GOD YESSSSSS, IT'S HAPPENING. FINALLY! Yet it seemed as if her mind and mouth weren’t connected, as even she was confused as she replied to the offer, ”No! Herself and the Captain shared the same puzzled look, before she looked back up at Flint, her facial features in a miserable state as she said, ”Now I’ll never be a pirate, anddis (and it;s) all your fault, Flint.” Her lip was quivering endlessly as she wanted to cry again, but fought back the tears with the back of her hand before looking back towards the established pirates, Nobeard mocking her tears with whining hand motions. Of course Waffles hadn’t really meant what she had said to Flint, but to see her dream be shattered because she didn’t want to betray him, it gave her some sort of comfort to blame someone other than herself for the show of weakness...or strength. Yet as she was mocked, it seemed her moxy increased as she blurted out, ”You’z are’a bad person. I’d never join yer crew. And yer never gonna sell ma’ buddy. You’z ugly, and we’ll beatcha like we beat everybody else. Yer crew sucks! 'Sides, if ya owned Logue, dere wouldn't be Marine's everywhere. You'z suck wit yer crew.”

It appeared that Nobeard’s patience had died at the words, “you’re ugly”, as a large vein rippled down her forehead, her face turning a cherry red, as she now looked at Waffles mocking her with her tongue stuck out in childish fashion. It seemed the Captain didn’t even know where to begin as she stammered over her words, as before producing the words. ”URGH! You-you-you-you can’t say that to me! YOU FOOLS! YOU IDIOTS MAKE THEM PAY FOR INSULTING YOUR QUEEN!” Though she had drawn her blade, she didn’t take another step forward, instead letting her head of slave cattle burst past her towards the pair. Grabbing the pair of knives from her skirt once more, she looked up at Flint before the battle ensued as she muttered, ”I’m sawwy, Flint, I dinnit mean it. I like you. If dis is gonna be da end, it’s been fun. I want Captain doe, holddem back fer me.” Looking back at the hoard, she had decided the only way to actually ‘win’ this would be to incapacitate the Captain, the men would never stop, and she had so many more on standby.


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13 Re: Big Trouble in Little Loguetown on Thu Aug 25, 2016 1:08 pm

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Flint scratched his head with his free hand, twirling his finger about in tufts of the fluffy cotton atop it as the girl wrapped his seared hand in the blood stained, tattered cloth from her from her leg. "Really? They're bad people?" He couldn't be so sure. After all, he was sure most people would consider him a bad person, even though he'd like to think he was nice enough. Before he'd been exiled, people from his island called him all sorts of mean things. Monster, murderer, lunatic, you name it! All because he ended a man's life in a completely fair one on one fight. It occurred to him that maybe people simply had differing opinions of right and wrong, and that they were quick to judge. As the girl tightened the wrapping around his knuckles, he thought back to his few encounters with the Marines in his life.

A memory returned to him, one he hadn't thought of for a long time. His parents had been taken by the Marines for resisting their attempted occupation of his island, their beloved carrot farm burned to the ground. If it weren't for his old master, he would have been homeless and starving, likely dead by now. The pieces to the puzzle that only seemed to puzzle him began to fit as he thought about the signs that only now seemed so obvious. Waffles was homeless and starving. It was probably because of those guys, too. The way they spoke seemed as though they thought themselves superior, as though the laws were shaped by their beckon call. Furrowing his brow, Flint's face formed the first serious expression it had in weeks. People shouldn't have control over other people, it was up to individuals to control themselves. Or in Flint's case, to be completely uncontrolled.

"Right. Kill 'em all. What's this for?" He held up his now wrapped hand, turning it at different angles to examine it. The idea of tending to one's wounds was new to him, as his recent time spent living off of the land hadn't afforded him such a luxury. Or maybe it was because he simply wasn't smart or thoughtful enough to care about his own wounds, often opting to leave them open to heal with time. It was a wonder he hadn't died as a result of an infection by now.

He hadn't noticed the trot of the small army until it was almost already upon them, more of the men in leather strolling out onto the streets in a strange formation, sweeping up the bodies of their dead comrades. Flint made an audible oohing sound as the men piled in, one after the other. Taking it upon himself to count their ranks, he ran over each of them with a finger, pointing to the men slowly. He lost count several times in this process, and double counted a lot of the men, before giving up in a breathy, disappointed groan.

As the captain showed herself, he clapped excitedly, hopping around in place with a smile. "It's her it's her it's her, tattoo ladyyyyyy." He jovially said, in a sing-song voice. This was the moment he'd been waiting for, the mystery would unravel itself! Or, what he thought was a mystery. Really, he was the only one left out of the loop. Everyone who frequented Loguetown knew who Captain Nobeard and her crew were. It was said that when she walked down the streets, pathetic men would throw themselves at her feet, pledging their loyalty, while the smart ones ran for their lives, to avoid inevitable slavery.

He quietly examined the interaction between the amazon sized woman and his new companion, humming to himself all the while. Immediately, he could tell this woman was full of shit, likely delusional. If she thought she or anyone else could tame Flint, she was dead wrong. Many skilled fighters had tried and failed to instill discipline in the unruly, wild blonde, and none found success. There wasn't a way in hell he would become a slave to a woman who couldn't even maintain a competent crew. Seriously, these men were pathetic.

As Waffles burst into tears, Flint gently placed his bandaged palm atop the crown of her head, before crouching beside her and giving her a smile at eye level. "A pirate, huh? That's whatcha want? Sounds fun. Let's do it." He tried to sound as comforting as he could, while still maintaining his upbeat attitude. It was decided, they were to become pirates now. After all, it was the only decision that made any sense. Flint's goal was to become as strong as possible and one day return to his island with the fame of a renowned martial artist, to be accepted among his people and master once more. There was no way he could accomplish such a thing without sailing the seas. Plus, piracy simply sounded fun.

Rising to a stand again, he fiddled with the bandage on his hand, clenching his fist several times. He wondered if it would stay on while he clobbered these guys, as he listened to Waffles' outburst. "Atta girl, loud and proud" He muttered, struggling to count the men surrounding their ill-mannered captain. There were at least thirty of them from what he could see, not including the two men she'd killed herself. In his mind, he couldn't help but be disgusted with how her crew allowed themselves to be treated, as if they were animals or dogs. Though he had been taught to respect his opponents, he knew it was something he could no longer do, at least when it pertained to the Nobeard crew. They weren't men, they weren't fighters. They were just fodder to be brushed aside, and if he didn't do it, their own captain would.

"Hold them back? Easy enough. Just wait for them to leave her open." He calmly stated, stepping in front of the girl, approaching the group of men who were surrounding their Captain. He figured he wouldn't want to hurt the woman anyways, so this worked out wonderfully. Extending his hand and pointing like some kind of idiot, he shouted at the woman captain as the stampede of men approached him. "I'll show you low quality, lady! When we're done with you, you'll be as ugly as you look in tattoo form!" The men steadily approached, forming an infantry square of sorts, with seven men per row, and four per column.

Twenty eight of the weaker men led the charge in the bulk of the square, swords, clubs, and pistols drawn. In the back sat five pirates with rifles, who approached more slowly, cautiously eyeing their captain's flank. Taking note of these five men, Flint made it his goal to disrupt them, to allow Waffles to pass through or around their numbers safely, without drawing fire. "You'll need more people than that!" The young man shouted, springing straight into the square recklessly. He needed to draw their attention, even if it meant overwhelming himself momentarily.

The first man he collided with in the second column took a haymaker to the skull from above, forcing his face into the tile beneath his feet. Flipping over his shoulder as he followed through with the motion, Flint extended his legs using springs, kicking the man behind him in the row with his right heel, and the man behind him with his left heel. The resulting shockwaves from these spring kicks sent the man at the rear of the column flying, colliding with one of the stronger pirates at the back, and knocking his gun to the ground. Now knee deep into the center of the square formation, Flint immediately bounced upwards the moment his spring legs felt pavement, narrowly avoiding being bludgeoned by a pirate to his left, and impaled by a pirate to his right as they attempted to converge upon him. As a result of his sudden disappearance, the men attacked each other by accident, killing each other.

The square of men broke formation, turning into a clusterfuck of bodies below, waiting to attack Flint as he reentered their range from above. The men holding pistols on the ground kept their eyes fixated upwards, popping poorly aimed shots at Flint as he soared through the sky, using their low grade weaponry. The riflemen ambled forward, joining the group in taking shots at the bouncing man they considered suicidal. The one that had been knocked over had now recovered and ambled back to his feet, although his rifle was buried beneath his comrade's body, and so he drew a dagger and joined the mosh pit of angry men up ahead.

Springing from the air itself in various directions, he avoided their fire without much worry. Though he detested fighting in such a manner, it seemed he would have to take to a hit and run style to thin their numbers out without getting too hurt. Between bounces, he shot spring loaded punches at the men he noticed had firearms, before changing direction and darting off again, never settling in one spot for too long. His strategy was to eliminate any of the men with ranged weapons first, so he could later go in and mop up the men using melee weapons at once. He hoped he could buy Waffles enough time, and that the men were too focused on surviving him to target the girl as the no doubt found a sly way to attack their captain.

As this pattern continued, he thinned their numbers. With each strike, he attempted to attack in a way that would leave them unable to aim and shoot properly should they even survive, such as targeting their eyes, or breaking the fingers on their gun hand. Darting to the ground behind the group as the number of gunmen fell below five, he swept seven men off of their feet with a well placed spring roundhouse, breaking a few of their legs in the process, before leaping over them and stomping on two of their skulls, one with each foot. The audible squishing sound filled the air as his boots were stained with blood, the rest of the men turning to face him. No more than eighteen of the original thirty three men still stood in fighting condition, though many pistols and a few rifles lined the tiles at their feet. Among their numbers, three rifleman still stood, shakily aiming their weapons at Flint. It was clear they were intimidated.

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