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1 The Marksman & The Swordsman on Sat Oct 22, 2016 5:53 pm

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”I’mma dellin ya’ Joe, dhere ain’t nobody dat can drink as much as Connor Kingsley!” A squeaky voice shoot throughout the Salty Spitoon, one that came from the body of a small girl. Standing below five feet, Waffles had her face pressed against that of the bartenders, both equally dirty looking. Both of their faces were fierce as the middle-aged man battled back, ”You’re out ya freakin’ mind Waffles. Yo think that wasted peon can stand a chance against “Wild Stomach” Monroe. Pleeeeeeease, I’d more likely believe you’re older than seven.” Attempting to press the man’s nose into his face with her own she shouted back, ”Ya ugly smug bastid. I am over seven ya, I’m fuckin’ twelve.” Another voice shot from the back of the bar exclaiming, ”You kiss your mother with that mouth?” ”No but I kiss yours with it!” Placing her doll sized middle finger in the air, she removed her face from Sully’s, lowering herself off of her tippy toes as she sat herself back on the stool she had been using as a height equalizer.

The weak mannered wit of her joke had the insanely drunk patrons howling in laughter as she leaned over the counter and whispered to Sully, ”Dag man, what’s a lady gotta do ta get a pint around here??!” The scratchy voice quickly replied, ”About four more years at least. Any sooner might turn ya into a right proper scag.” Sucking her teeth, the girl rested her cheek within her palm, her elbow resting against the wooden counter. Looking around the bar as she tapped the fingers of her free hand against the counter. It seemed like procuring alcohol here today was going to be a dub. She figured she could get Sully to come off a few drops, but like always, he wasn’t having it. Waffles hated him and all his “responsibility” as he liked to call it. She liked to call it being a pain in the ass. Nonetheless, she did let him steal in her bar, as long as it couldn’t be linked to him.

This is what came thru her mind as her mischievous eyes roamed around the bar, before locking on to her newfound mark. Such an unusually tall guy, it was apparent that he wasn’t from Logue. Or if he was, she had been blind for at least twelve years of her life and missed him. His style of dress just felt like he might have a coin or two, his height hopefully insisting that he would be to clumsy to actually catch her if it came down to that. Either way, her boredom was beginning to peak so she had to do SOMETHING. Hopping down from the stool, she strolled in his direction, mischief on her mind as she examined him and his potential goodies.


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2 Re: The Marksman & The Swordsman on Sat Oct 22, 2016 6:24 pm

It looks funny the words echoed in the mind of Vicktur, the twelve foot nineteen year old. Sometime between his date with Hure and finding his way to this bar, he procured a rarher interesting item. The item in question was a bright yellow fruit adorned with fancy swirls. If he didnt know any better he'd say it was a painted pomegranate. But he did know better, and this fruit wasnt merely a pomegranate with some fancy artistry on the surface. It was immistakably a Devil Fruit! The legendary produce that was said to contain the essence of the Devil himself. Naturally Vicktur scoffed at the idea of a fruit holding any relation to such a myth. The Devil was nothing more than a personification of evil and all the hardships of the world, especially the unexplainable ones. If he had any sense he'd have bit down on the fruit the moment he got it. But he was unaware of the events about to take place. Even so, he despised the idea of not being able to swim. On the high sea swimming could mean lige or death. Lifting the yellow fruit up to his nose he smelled it, hoping it was atleast enjoyable in that sense. Unfortunately the item had no distance aroma and i stead smelled of his finely pressed suit. Whatever. I can fetch a fortune for something like this. Or maybe one of the guys will trade me it for a favor he reffered to the many Revolutionaries that he knew. No doubt theyd be willing to owe him a couple for such a rarity. But first I have to find out exactly what power it bestows. he was aware of a book which detailed each fruit and its gifts. Granted it was hilariously incomplete.

Sliding the fruit back into his pocket, he took a swig of his ale. After drinking an abundance of spirits these last few days he was taking a break with a nice bitter ale. It wasnt the best he had ever drank, not by a long shot, but it was good enough. It wasnt long before he noticed a rather small girl approaching him and his lonesome booth. From what he could gather she was the same girl who had been causing a ruckus at the bar. He saw her speaking to the owner of the establishment when he first ordered his beverage. If he recalled correctly she had been haranguing the bartender for some ethanol based refreshments. Much to her dismay she was continually refused the luxury. Vicktur didnt much care either way on the subject. Let her drink, dont let her drink, it was a non-issue. Wait, she wasnt coming over here to ask him to buy her some was she? Waiting for her to get within earshot Stop. No, I wont buy you any alcohol. short, sweet, and to the point.


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3 Re: The Marksman & The Swordsman on Sat Oct 22, 2016 6:43 pm

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Sidestepping thru the many feet that seemed like they were aiming to stomp her into the floor with horrible dance moves and drunken stumbling, the girl made her way towards the extra tall guy. As she got closer, her eyes furrowed as they locked in on what was currently the object of both of their attention. Being fiddled within the huge palms of the foreign guy was a medium sized orb shaped fruit, its stem curling dramatically at it’s tip. The fruit was much brighter than a banana, yet yellow in hue nonetheless. Waffles didn’t even realize that her mouth was agape, and drool had almost began to stream down her mouth as she looked at the fruit. She had never seen a Devil Fruit before, but if what the bandits said about them and how they looked, this was definitely it. The swirling pattern gave it away, unless someone just had way too much time on their hands and carved them.

Nonetheless, the spell the fruit had on her was broken as the baby giant tucked it neatly back into his pocket, before his gaze fell upon her. Quickly looking away to try and seem inconspicuous, instead she came off overly obvious, as she scratched her head. Turning back towards the guy as he spoke to her, for a moment she just stood there vexed as she said, ”What?” A look of pure confusion on her face as she muttered back over his words and snapped her fingers as the light bulb in her head went off. ”Oh, dat. Nah nah, I was just gonna welcome you to the lovely town of Logue. Where the Marines are shit, and the Pirates are - Hey!” She didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence, as a body fell into her, it’s weight almost dead.

As the sloppy drunk bar patron bumped into her from behind, she dramatically cascaded forward, attempting to catch herself as she knocked glasses off of the table as she careened towards Vicktur. With her arms flailing about, her disbalance carried her the rest of the way to his booth, before she collided with his leg. Throwing her body about, she swiftly clambered thru his pockets while pressed against him, withdrawing the fruit with her small hand as she munched it vigorously in what seemed to be one motion. Twisting her face in disgust of the taste, the girl looked up at Vicktur, the mischievous grin on her face wider than normal as she said, ”And dat’s for not gettin’ me a beer!” So juvenile, she didn’t care what she had just lost the man, only that she got her spiteful revenge for an offense that surely the man didn’t even know he had committed.


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4 Re: The Marksman & The Swordsman on Sat Oct 22, 2016 7:12 pm

Vicktur rolled his eyes as the child attempted to play it off. He wasnt so gullible to believe such things. Welcome him to Loguetown? Ha! As if! He drank down more of his refreshment as Waffles continued her supposed ruse. He had to agree with her on one thing, the Marines were shit. He considered commenting about her language, but decided against it. She had the vocabulary of a sailor but a novice one at best. Besides, he wasnt her father and she wasnt his child. Far be it for him to act like he could tell her what she could say. The child began to say something about the Pirates here, in the same breathe she damned the Marines, but got bumped into before she could finish. Most likely she was about to praise the salty sea dogs that honored freedom and jewelels among all else. Well, that and a good town to raid, reave, and rape. Vicktur had a certain distaste for that third one, but found the first two to be rather entertaining things to see. After having been knocked off balance the girl went tumbling forward, towards him. She attempted to gain her footing but merely continued with her crash course in his leg. To any onlookers the sight might've been humorous, with his leg being bigger than her whole body. He looked down at her with not so much as a change in his expression You okay? though his voice wasnt sincere he was kinda concerned. If only out of common courtesy.

But apparently common courtesy didnt matter to the girl. As it soon came to his attention what she was doing when so close to him. A flash of yellow could be seen as the girl bit into a very familiar object My fruit! Vicktur jumped to his feet Why you little street rat! he shook his fist at her, a vein bulging out of his head as he did so. You just took a bite out of a fucking fortune! For a beer?! Goddamn it, kid! every fiber of his being wanted to see the child punished. He imagined turning her over his knee and disciplining her. However, he knew better than that. He would have to dispose of half the people in the bar, as theyd surely rush to her rescue. Plus the likelihood of the Marine presence taking him in for child abuse. Still that didnt mean he couldnt give her a stern talking to. He grabbed Waffles by the back of her shirt and lifted her to eye level. Where the hell did you learn your manners, brat!? When an adult says "no" they mean no! You cant go around stealing their shit because of it!


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5 Re: The Marksman & The Swordsman on Sat Oct 22, 2016 7:28 pm

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She couldn’t stand the taste of the fruit, but as the rage grew within the lil’ Giant, it become a bit more tasteful. Cherishing it, as she chewed it slowly, moaning lightly as she closed her eyes, which in all actuality was to shield the fact she wanted to vomit. Through her closed eyes she didn’t even notice when she was being snatched off of her feet, and instead squealed like a small mouse as she was uprooted. Placed on eye level with the blonde as he clutched her by her makeshift jacket. Flailing her legs, she attempted to kick the person assaulting her, but continued to flick her tongue across her fingers, still fake savoring the fruit as the dude complained about it. It wasn’t the first time someone had spoke ill of her manners,but where in the world was this guy getting off talking about manners when he was assaulting a little kid in a room full of people.

Continuing to squirm and wiggle around the girl said loudly, ”Well ya ever think about my damn dreams? I just ruined ‘em all since you wanna be all “Stop. No, I don’t want to buy you alcohol. But you don’t even see how selfish you’re bein’ right now do ya? Well either way, I forgive you! Don’t let it happen again though.” Crossing her arms abruptly, her small body went limp as she waited to be put down, ignoring the fact that she hadn’t even began anything resembling an apology. Despite the bulbous vein peaking out on Vicktur’s forehead, she just couldn’t find it in herself to be serious about such a moment. Heck if anything she had did the guy a favor by not letting him ingest such a nasty fruit.

Opening one eye though, she cut it at Vicktur from the side as she muttered, [i]”But I’d even moreso forgive you if you got me a beer doe.” A sly grin found itself on her face once more, as dimples protruded on her cheeks. Lighting up as if nothing at all had transpired between the two, she simply turned and began to stare into his face as she gandered, ”How’d ya get so dang tall? That’s so crazy man.”


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6 Re: The Marksman & The Swordsman on Sat Oct 22, 2016 7:56 pm

To hell with your dreams, little girl! I could've been smooth sailing my way to the Grand Line with the riches from that Devil Fruit! his seething anger was all too obvious. Vicktur was really out of his element right now. Normally he didnt let his anger consume him and handled his issues with violence. But Waffles was only a child so he could hardly take his blades to her. Now i'm stuck on this rock for who knows how long. and since Yomi hadnt reported back with any news on a ship he saw no end in sight. This girl had, in one swift motion, decimated everything he had been planning since he got here. How long before he could get his own ship and get out of there? Her ramblings about him being selfish were all a given. No doubt he was selfish. And why shouldnt he be? Her problems were hers and hers alone. Gah! he let her go so she could hit the ground, throwing his hands up in defeat. What the fuck am I gonna do now? Yomi's gonna be disappointed when she finds out about this.

Of course the conversation would switch to his height. Thats all these kids wanted to talk about. It wasnt upsetting as much as it was just tiring I grew. Something you should consider doing as well. he looked down at her. She was atleast three times shorter than he. Most people were only half his height, a few being talker than him. But that was a rare sight indeed. He fell back into the booth and took a good long drink before returning to the conversation. Well?! Are you just going to stand there all day? he was interested in what that fruit did exactly. Show me what you've taken from me. That fruit didnt just stint your growth, after all.


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7 Re: The Marksman & The Swordsman on Sun Oct 23, 2016 10:52 am

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It appears her cat-like reflexes hadn’t exactly shown up today, as she landed ungracefully against the creaking wood as Vicktur released her from his clutches. Standing to her full height, she brushed a phantom hand off of her back, pretending as if she had freed herself from the situation she had found herself in, before readjusting her vest. A slight “hmph” sound echoed from between her lips, as she thrust her head into the sky, her eyes closed as she said, ”Well I know one thing, you may as well NOT even bother asking me for any help, because I sure as hell couldn’t bother helpin’ a mean ass person lik- HEY!” For the second time in only a few ‘short’ moments, she had been interrupted by something not so favorable. First time it was a pair of legs, this time it was about her pair of legs...or at least her less than respectable stature. It had always been one of those touchy subjects for her, and it became noticeable to everyone how much so as she began to glow red.

As her face turned the color of a beat, she reached out with her incredibly small hands, reached out, clinging on Vicktur’s outer calf as she gave him a solid pinch of doom. Releasing him, she immediately scattered off just to ensure that she wasn’t in arms reach if he tried to retaliate. Peaking out from under a nearby chair, she yelled brazenly, ”What do you think this is, some sorta slave trade where ya can just get underaged little girls to just do what you want to at your command. You sir, sicken me.” Sticking her tongue out at Vicktur as she attempted to situate herself in a position that was only moderately uncomfortable instead of unbearably uncomfortable. Cramped under the chair with her neck twisted to the side, she found herself in a worse position than only moments before as a bar patron decided that now was the current time to occupy the seat.

The added weight of the person caused the chair to sink in on her more, causing her to flail about as she struggled to no be pushed into the floor from the fat lady’s unusually high body weight. Struggling violently, Waffles thru herself from under the chair, popping up in front of Vicktur once more as she continued, ”Fine! But imma tell you, I don’t even feel different at all. So really, I guess you didn’t even kill my dreams after all, since your fruit was bullshit and all." Slyly aligning herselfself by his leg she cupped her hand over her mouth as she mouthed ”Ha ha” But maybe he could still be useful to more of her future endeavours. Rubbing her palms together mischievously, Waffles thought about how many potential people she could rob with a small giant by her side. Glorious mayhem! The moment seemed to take her as she cackled ”Mwhahahahahaha”, in an incredibly audible fashion with her hands thrown up. Catching herself, she placed her hands over her mouth before lowering them as she said, ”Well fine Tall guy, I’ll bite. Your shit friend Yomi really put ya in a bind, so I’ll help ya. Free of charge, you’re welcome, it's no problem cause dats what friends dooooooo.” Smiling up at the man, she stared him in his face as she prepared to disembark.[/color]


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8 Re: The Marksman & The Swordsman on Sun Oct 23, 2016 11:21 am

Ow! Vicktur recoiled at the girls pinch. It felt more like a sharp bug bite than anything, but it still hurt. What the hells the matter with you? it was just one headache after another in this town, wasnt it? First he had to put down a zombie apocolypse. Then he had to deal with that goddamn cat Landru. And now he was in the middle of fending off a snot nosed brat with sticky fingers. What bothered him the most, though, was her insistence of not displaying her new abilities. Maybe if I shake her hard enough something will happen he casually thought as she mouthed off something about slavery and him being a bastard, or something to that effect. He peered over at her and grinned sadistically Actually, a long time ago I sold a girl a bit around your age once. Can never be too sure what happened to her. it was more of a joke and a scare tactic than anything. He never actually sold slaves, he just rounded them up for good ol' dad. But that was before he went out on his own.

Ignoring her obvious ruse about the Devil Fruit, he was more interested in her offer to assist him. Or rather her down right assuming she could even do so. And exactly how can you be of help to me? If stealing stuff was the answer i'de be half way to Reverse Mountain by now. while he wasnt nearly as sly as Waffles, being tall with big ass swords tended to get you a lot.


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9 Re: The Marksman & The Swordsman on Sun Oct 23, 2016 11:35 am

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Chuckling lightly as she stared at the man and his attempt at a grim story of slavery. She didn’t know if it was true or not, but he definitely didn’t look like the type, nor was his aura that of a serial person seller. Instead she shot back, ”No no. You’re like, a weirdo, cause you’re all extra tall for no reason and shit. But nah, I dun think you’re a people seller, that seems to low of a place for a man of your….elegance.” Stooping into a low and sarcastic bow before popping back up, her tongue outstretched again as she began to scale his being. Climbing up his leg, she stepped onto the table with her dirty feet. Still forced to look up at the absurdly tall human being, she said, ”Well if dat’s what you really think, den lemme tell you somethin’ Sir Elegante…”, leaning in close, Waffles dropped her voice to a whisper as she said, ”You’re doing it wrong.”

If there was one thing that Waffles had a knack for, it was over the top drama. Every action as if it were apart of some script in a movie. It was strange, even while utterly poor, the small girl still considered herself to be somewhat of a spotlight. She was a proud young lady, and it shone on her face. Though whacky, she was determined and more so than that, believed her own words. Sitting down on the table Indian Style, the girl threw her hair over her shoulder as she said, ”So dis what we do. You see all these drunk fucks round here? All we gotta do is mark em right now, see who really got the dollaz, the paper, the fetty, the gwap, the cheese, dat Bellllli, and then just follow em off. Ya know they prolly live somewhere or somethin, so I mean, you rob them, then everybody else around em. Simple. Easy. All ya gotta do is intimidate em, I’ll do the rest. Besides, what other options ya got?” She stared at him questioningly, hoping that he didn't have an answer or an alternative and would just go with it.


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10 Re: The Marksman & The Swordsman on Sun Oct 23, 2016 12:05 pm

His attempt to scare the girl failed miserably. Waffles simply laughed it off and made a comment about slavery being beneath him. Due to him being such a dapper looking fellow. His part in the exchange of flesh for cash was behind him but in no way was it beneath him. He had done it for years, after all. You think so? was his only reply to her sarcastic comment and bow. He could drone on and on about the subject but didnt feel up to it. He wasnt the type to brag about such things, especially since he wasnt proud of them. He wasnt really ashamed either. He was.....apathetic to all those who were no longer free due to him and his dead family. The miniature person crawled over him like a jungle gym as she made her way to the table. Upon standing on the surface Vicktur got a look at her filthy feet, sliding his glass away from her as he did so. Tbe last thing he needed was her dunking her feet in just to spite him more. He was about to comment on her needing a pair of shoes but didnt get the chance.

Waffles leaned into his grill and berated him about being a shitty thief. Well, she was right about that. Taking stuff off a corpse didnt exactly constitute thievery. So you could say he was inexperienced, aside from the few people he intimidated out of their wares. The girl broke down her plan to steal from the patrons in the bar. It was a decent plan and all he had to do was be intimidating. That was usually pretty easy. Still it wasnt a rare sight to meet someone with no fear. Okay, kid. Lets see how well this works out. You help get me off this rock, and we'll see about giving you a hand sometime.


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11 Re: The Marksman & The Swordsman on Sun Oct 23, 2016 6:49 pm

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Rubbing her palms together, the girl muttered, ”Excellent”, as she stood to her feet, rapidly spinning on her toes as she surveyed the room of drunks after almost hitting Vicktur in the chin with her lengthy auburn ponytail. Cutting her eyes, Waffles looked over the crowd, a slight ”Hmmmmm” sound escaping her lips as she did so. Picking out about six potential victims, the girl began to speak as she said smugly, ”Usually I charge for lessons like deez ya know? My skills are known INTERNATIONALLY! I’m talkin’ about to the New World. Little kids just screamin, “Teach me how to be like you Waffles”. But I can’t give my secrets away. But I really like ya Vicktur, dat’s why I won’t kill ya after this, even with all this free top of da line education I’m givin’ ya.”

Turning her crystal blue eyes back towards the patrons, her smug grin still plastered on her face, she turned back to look at Vicktur as she continued, ”Way I see it, Lanky, is we can either go red headed bimbo, she’s workin’ the hell out of the floor. Pool player Sucksbad. He’s lost so much money he’s gotta have more I’d wager. Fat Bitch Annie, just cause everybody know Fat Bitch Annie got it like that. Ugly Dave, he been throwing money at women and comin’ up short all night. Ooooooooor, lonely Steve. No reason, just fuck Steve though ya know?” As she had gone down her list, she had pointed to each one of them, allowing the gargantuan blonde to make a 3% more informed decision than he would a moment ago...if that. Waffles felt like she had it though, as she picked up Vicktur’s drinking glass. Tilting her head back, she chugged every drop, some spilling down her face as she drank the new guys beer before he could try and react.

A mischievous grin spread across her face as she said jovially, ”Cheers! I figured since ya didn’t wanna buy me a beer, you would AT LEAST wanna share one with me. That’s how friends work right? Yep yep! Kay, pick pick pick, go go go.” She had never really drank before, and the beer didn’t much taste to bad. She was ready to see what all the hype was with the alcohol scene! One more step in proving that she belonged on a pirate ship in her mind.


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12 Re: The Marksman & The Swordsman on Sun Oct 23, 2016 7:13 pm

This girl was awfully confident wasnt she? This was the first time Vicktur had ever met a child tgat was so sure of themself, atleast since his asshole older brother. Waffles hyped up her theft skills to no end. Even going as far as to say she was famous in the New World of all places! Her head was about as big as his own in a metaphorical sense. She amused him with her talk of letting him live, despite him being the one who was armed and dangerous. Waffles began to grow on him more and more as their interactions continued. Despite being all of.....6? She carried herself lome an adult would. Maybe it was having to grow up on the streets of this fucking town. After her comically empty insult she began to list off atleast six people who could prove to be excellent marks. First was a red headed lady that Waffles referred to as a bimbo. Whether that was an insult or not he couldnt tell. Either way he had no intetest in trying to hustle her with the memory of Hure fresh in his mind. Her next suggestion was all he needed to hear for an anwer.

"Pool player sucksbad" was definitely his first choice. Vicktur was pretty decent at Pool and playing against him would make for a great distraction. Great enough for Waffles to go gypsy fishing through his pockets while they did so. He waited for the girl to finish naming off all the suckers that they'd probably never take from. As he was about to call off his choice he saw Waffles reaching for his glass. However, it was too late to stop her. He imbibed the rest of the glass messily, spilling a good amount on the table as she did so. Her clever remark about sharing if he didnt want to provide fell on deaf ears. He exhaled slowly as to calm himself down Whatever, lets just get to it. he stood up from his chair and made his way to the pool table. Upon grabbibg a cue he began to apply the chalk brick to the edge Mind if I join you? Been a while so i'de like to brush up a bit.


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13 Re: The Marksman & The Swordsman on Sun Oct 23, 2016 7:42 pm

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Maybe this guy actually wasn’t half bad after all. I mean she was generally a good judge of character when it came to pushing her limits with people that wouldn’t hurt her, but this was sort of different. It was almost like she liked him or something, like he was capable of really becoming her friend. Shaking her head in attempt to jostle the thought out of her mind, Waffles rubbed the beer residue from her mouth and chin with the back of her hand as she walked to the edge of the table before jumping down. Twirling on her toes she moved her arms in an upward motion in the direction of the lil’ Giant, as she said hurriedly ”Move it on along grandpa, we wanna do this before we’re twenty-two.” That seemed like such an abstract and far away number to Waffles, enough to illustrate that the guy was cranking out his movements to slow for her.

Scurrying off, the little thief weaved her way through the crowd of people, skipping between legs as she did so, before finding her place at the side of the mark. Violently swaying back and forth like a frail peach tree in the middle of a category five hurricane, Waffles looked up at the man, a smug look engraved on her face as she began to spin her tale before Vicktur made it to them. She said, ”Oh myyyyyy God, Peter, Peter. That guy said he’s gonna make you look like his date for tonight over this pool table. He bets you two hundred thousand Beli that he can take your ass outta here. Whatcha wanna do? I’m pretty sure you don’t want those problems doe.” It seemed as if Peter’s sway stopped instantaneously as soon as he heard words about money and taking his pride away on a pool table. No one was gonna fuck him on that pool table!

By the time Vicktur had made it to the table, Peter had attempted to shoulder check the small giant, which turned into a waist check due to the height difference. But it didn’t matter, Peter had that liquid courage in him right now, and he felt unstoppable. Shrugging her shoulders if blonde looked in her direction, she hoped Vicktur would know how this scam could work out so they could make big bucks….or any money. Cause who knew, they might actually die or something if the rouse fell through and they lost the bet and didn’t have any money. Dirty Peter as they called him was a member of the Golden Lynx Pirates, but that was unnecessary information right now, as long as the big human threw the first couple games and played along as he should, that was pointless information. How she expected him to know the plan, nobody knew. Either way she was looking for a way to get directly in Peter’s pockets while they played their little game.


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14 Re: The Marksman & The Swordsman on Sun Oct 23, 2016 8:22 pm

Someones drink! Vicktur playfully mused after this Peter fellow shoulder checked him. Normally he'd have a face full of boot for pulling some shit like that, but the Revolutionary had to keep up this facade.ucky for him, thanks to Waffles, he could leep up the ruse while talking all kinds of shit to the man. He was meant to be showing him up after all. Maybe you should put the beer down, tough guy. I dont need to hear any excuses as to why you got your ass kicked on the tables. he played his role as casual as he could. If Waffles knew exactly how much he was feigning confidence right now she'd probably laugh her ass off. Vicktur was pretty good at the game but didnt fully believe he could take the guy. His eyes darted towards Waffles to see her shrugging her shoulders. Instead of waiting for the drunkard to rack them up, Vicktur took the time to set it all up on his own. He rather hoped this peter guy would drink himself stupid just so he could guarantee victory. After he threw a couple of games, atleast. Or thats what he assumed.

Alright table jockey. Its all ready. All you have to do is hit those balls he gestured towards the pool balls set up in a triangle formation With the stick in your hand. Dont miss. he did his best to be as patronizing as he could. He felt he was laying it on a bit thick, but it was all part of the fun.


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15 Re: The Marksman & The Swordsman on Mon Oct 24, 2016 6:28 pm

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”Ah yeah? I-I-I’ll put my beer down. Right on your mums left ass cheek.” The pirate laughed disgustingly, as he wavered about, his nearly green teeth gleaming under the dinky light above the pool table. Waffles cackled with Peter, as she began to slide to the left, stumbling a bit as she began to succumb to the first stages of tipsyness. Catching her slight sway as Vicktur began to rack the balls and Peter placed his beer on a nearby occupied table. The patron’s occupying said table cut their eyes at the drunkard, as he collided with Waffles on his way back to the table, bumping against her outstretched hands that she used to absorb some of the energy of the small collision. Nonetheless, she was small, and his drunk momentum caused them to become slightly entangled for a moment as both fought to free themselves. Yelling at the wasted pirate, the pint sized human exclaimed, ”Watch where you’re goin’. Gonna fuck around and throw a hip out here old man.”

A wavy middle finger was given to the child in response before she scoffed. As Peter prepared to take the opening shot, a sly grin spread across her face as she began to walk towards one of the tables nearest the pool game that was about to ensue. Tucked underneath her makeshift skirt was a large sack of Beli that she had just looted from good ol’ Peter the Finger Giver. She had worked so swiftly that the money had already been secured with a rope on a makeshift inner waistband. Waffles wanted to cackle madly, but instead she just gave the baby giant a thumbs up, as the rival Pirate broke, managing to knock two of the same colored balls in. Throwing his arms up in meager celebration he said to Vicktur, ”Awh yeah pretty boy. You’re in for one helluva night toniiiiiight. Lanky bastard.”

”What an idiot…”, Waffles thought to herself, as she crossed her legs like a proper lady for a moment, watching for the next place that she could squeeze out getting some more loot from the mark. But as she waited on that she couldn’t help but admire her own brilliant, masterful, graceful, epic, cunning that only she, Waffles, was capable of. Everything was going perfectly. As she thought this, the fat lady walked over and asked if she was okay, as she had unknowingly began to diabolically rub her palms together. Retorting swiftly she said, ”Are you okay with that weight? Go on now. Git.” Another finger was given to Waffles as she focused her attention back on the pool game.


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16 Re: The Marksman & The Swordsman on Mon Oct 24, 2016 7:15 pm

What a terrible joke. Not even in the sense that he was so offended that it was terrible. It was just a terrible attempt at humor. Especially moronic in that it wasnt even insulting. The disgusting drunk laughed like a hyena at his own ineptitude. Though, he couldnt tell if Waffles was genuinely amused or just going along with it. She certainly gave him a verbal lashing for bumping into her. To which Peter responded by brandishing his middle finger. Vicktur held on to his pool cue and watched the Pirate break and sink two balls, boasting like a fool after he did so. My mother was sold by my father to be a sex slave. If you find her, and pay enough, you can stick your beer and baby dick where ever you want. he casually conversed while lining up a shot. From where he was he could easily ricochet and sink three balls, but he was meant to lose or so he thought. Oh yeah, your stripes. Try not to get so piss wasted that you knock in my solids, eh? Or do. I wont complain. bis tone was dripping with pretension.

Instead of making his pro-mlg360noscope shot, he decided to fuck around and make no shot. Or nore specifically sink the wrong ball. He drew back the pool cue and knocked the cue ball into one of his solids. However he hit it too hard, on purpose, causing the cue ball to bounce off and fall into the left center pocket. His solid merely struck the wall of the table. Shit.... mumbled under his breathe, pretending he didnt want to be heard. He contorted his face into a look of disappointment. It was all to maintain the facade.


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17 Re: The Marksman & The Swordsman on Tue Oct 25, 2016 1:59 am

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In hindsight, it probably would have been best if Waffles had spoken to Vicktur about Peter’s M.O. Peter Sucksbad, also know by the epitaph “Peter Punch’Emz” was a pirate who was moderately known for well...punching people. Not only that, he had a raging problem about his erectile dysfunction and the fact that he wasn’t well endowed to begin with. As he began to fume with red rage, Waffles looked towards one of the nearby waitresses, performing a decapitating hand gesture over her neck before yanking on an invisible plug. Wendy rolled her eyes at the little girl who had her blackmailed into her fuckery by holding it over her head that she was cheating on her husband. It was great. Stopping what she was doing, Wendy the waitress began to stroll away, just as Vicktur missed his shot, muttering words of discontent as Peter began stalking him from behind, wavering slightly as he drew back his own pool stick, though he wasn’t brandishing it for ball hitting purposes.

Instead he had brandished it in an attempt to homerun the fuck out of the baby giant’s spine. Hoping from her seat, Waffles, sprinted towards Peter as she bellowed, [color=#FF82C0]”Look out dooooooe”, as she tackled Peter at the leg, doing a whole 0.00% damage. Nonetheless, she caused slight wobbling of his drunken fram, as the lights went off and Peter yelled, ”Hey, get you’re fil-fil-fil-fil-filllllthy hands off me.” In the dark, Peter was shaking his leg dramatically as he tried to get Waffles unlatched from it. No one panicked over the power outage, the shit happened so often at The Salty Spitoon that it was virtually part of the bar experience. Yet while it was dark, the made another quick withdraw as she dug around in the man’s pockets.

She wasn’t getting sloppy, but the beef she had drank earlier, more so overly gutsy. As the lights came back on after a short while, she released him before casually strolling back to where she had came from. She muttered, ”Next time ya try some shit like that Peter, I’m just gon’ have to let him fuck you up. I don’t even know why you would try and fuck with someone who just came back from doin a bid in Level 5. I pretty much saved your ass, you owe me.” Peter rolled over the words “Level 6” (Which was the wrong level as he said, ”Ya lil’ slag, you mighta did. You deserve a reward.” Waffles definitely didn’t expect that as her face stretched in a worried manner, as he went for his pockets, ”I think it’s time we go, ya win this time Peter, we’re okay.” Muttering as she walked by Vicktur, ”Lets go, lets go, lets go.”

Throwing a bunch of Beli on the table, paying back the man what was his for winning the game, she sped off towards the exit, throwing her hand up at Scully as she heard the audible, ”What in God’s pure fuckin’ tits is goin’ on here??? THAT LITTLE BITCH.” Even in his drunken state, Peter was putting pieces together better than Waffles would have imagined his mushy brain possible. Rounding a nearby corner, she dipped in the alley against the darkness, waiting to see if Vicktur was on her tail as she didn’t want to miss paying him his cut.


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18 Re: The Marksman & The Swordsman on Tue Oct 25, 2016 5:18 pm

Vicktur was taken off guard when the lights suddenly went out. Most of the bars he had been to in town were seedy as fuck. But never before had the lights suddenly cut out in the middle of a pool game. In the darkness he could hear that Peter fella shouting for someone to get off of him, no doubt it was Waffles who had dive bombed on to him only a moment earlier. Why she had done so was a mystery. Vicktur chalked it up to her being hammered out of her little mind. That ale he was drinking gad a pretty ridiculous alcohol content, so he surprised she wasnt a drooling mess with the world spinning out of control around her. The Revolutionary leaned against the table and waited for the power to kick back in. He wanted to say something about this place being a total shithole, or something or other. But he didnt because he had chosen to stay here and he didnt need to get kicked out and screw up their plan to hustle these suckers. The light flashed back on in no time at all. Allowing the nonchalant patrons to return to their drinks or whatever they were doing before.

Vicktur was ready to continue their game but things wouldnt turn out that way. He saw Waffles toss some vssh on the table, stolen from Peter no doubt, and urge him that it was time to leave. Uh yea, you're too good for me Petey boy. I give. he dropped his pool cue and took off after Waffles. Behind him he could hear Peter cursing the runt for lifting everything in his pockets. Waffles too a dive into the alleyway Whats the haul, kid? he looked back at the bare with minimal concern I'm not gonna have to kill that guy am I?


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