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Jerrel was laid out in his bed after a while. All this stressing took a bit out of him. Shoes were off and he had one leg and one arm hanging off the bed as she slept. He’d been forgotten his essay in the library. But it’s not like someone is gonna steal it. His sword was in the corner.
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“Are you sure Vorgun?” She asks. He mostly likely will say yes. “I’ll stay up with you.” Mirabelle laid down on a couch pulling her knees to her chest. Keeping her eyes open.
Her blinking gets slower and slower. She decides to rest her eyes for a few seconds. Maybe a minute. A few seconds turned into a minute. A minute turned into a few minutes. After that her eyes didn’t open for a while. She slept very quietly. Though she drooled profusely on the couch, staining and making it turn darker.
She hears Vorgun mostly while she rests. She wasn’t sure exactly what to hear. But she seemed to be making out that he was talking to the woman. Her eyes opened for a moment but went back to sleep. She wasn’t really sure as to whether this was a dream. She felt something on the tiny hairs of her body. She adjusts her hearing and starts to murmur and wince in her sleep. Her eyes clenching as she picks on the sound and it rings in her ears. She tunes her hearing and it now mildly annoys her. Although she hardly hears a thing. She shuffles in the sofa as she sleeps.
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“No. I never slept. I did not wish to sleep. Did you have more illusions as you slept?” 48 asks Jet.
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48 looks at the wall. It’s thoughts eventually quelling. By the time it has arrived at any kind of conclusion, it already is morning. 48’s eyes go over to jet whenever he begins to stir in his bed. Whether he wakes up in the morning or evening.
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Mirabelle nods and leaves to go find some water for Tas. Not from here. She uses a small amount of money to go run to a store and buy a pack of water. Then she comes back with it in about 5 minutes going through the door. She sets the water down for Tas. Purifying sewer water would have taken too long.
“Here.” She opens the back up she opens the pack and gives a bottle to Vorgun “I didn’t know what kind of water to get. Or how much…”
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when Vorgun arrived, Mirabelle was looking her over. She seemed to only be unconscious. Vorgun picked her up and seemed to be in pain. Mirabelle runs in front of Vorgun. “Vorgun, your hurt…you should let me carry her. It isn’t a problem for me!” To prove that it wasn’t really much effort, Mirabelle went over next to a car. She then puts one hand under it and picks the side of the roughly 2800 lb vehicle up, tilting the car at an angle. Raising that side of the car over her head. She looked like if she wanted to. She could flip it. Though lifting the whole thing would be harder without damaging it.
Mirabelle then gently set it down, and went over to Vorgun holding her arms out. “I’ll carry her!” Mirabelle insisted on Vorgun just letting her carry Tas, because he was clearly injured. But if he insisted, she would let him carry her. Either way. She goes with him to the building. As they proceed, Mirabelle tells Vorgun “I think someone used a really loud noise to knock her out. I don’t think anyone hit or shot her.”
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The girl looked at Shizu strangely when she smiled. She seemed less scared actually and then reads her note. She nods slowly in agreement, and then sits on her knees. “What’s your name?” She asks the lady. If she would tell her name, then Iris would tell fairly tell Shizu her’s. “I’m Iris.” Iris did not wish to ask about why Shizu needed a paper to talk. She would look around, and then go look around. She looked at a butterfly and it was attracted to her. For some reason.
Iris then for some reason puts her finger on Shizu’s forhead, if she allows it. Iris looks curious as she does so. Depending on how Shizu responds she might pull her finger back.
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The man looked at X-0. Though it is difficult at times to tell where exactly he is looking due to his eyes having no visible pupils, or irises. Most people he appears before think him a demon, blind or possessed. The man was glad neither of them seemed to think this.
“Hello.” The man said back to X-0 smoothly. “And what is your purpose, for being?” The man asks oddly to X-0. Being very direct in approach. Already asking him questions to provoke further thought.
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“No. I can see with sound. To see through hearing and feeling. Rather then with light. Often. I saw humans sleep at desks. Rather than in beds.” He tells 48 to forget it. “Request denied.” 48 says flatly. It does not wish to forget Jet’s words and has not been given sufficient reason to remove that from his mind.
jet’s behavior struck 48 as odd. He began to notice the differing tones in his vocal patterns. It seems that he is angry. “Because I do not wish to sleep. Not now.” 48 looked at the projectile jet threw towards the trashcan. “Jerk ass mode?” 48 said repeating after him “As you wish, then” 48 just looks at jet for s few moments then the wall.
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48 saw the boy pick up the gun and figured he was in an illusion. A bullet ricocheting back towards jet was nigh impossible. No one else in the room. 48 however did put close a thin nearly film over it’s eyes in case jet actually shot to block the bullet. With it being a small caliber pistol, it posted practically no threat. “Don’t do what?” 48 inquired towards the boy.
When Jet stated his unawareness of 48’s intrigue in watching him sleep his reply was “Yes. It is. You do not sleep like other humans I have seen. I have never seen a human sleep before, with my own eyes. You are also very vocal. When you sleep.” It answered the statement so straightforward and bluntly, that it didn’t seem like 48 even knew that it was an insult.
“Not frequently. It is not required though beneficial. It also aids in recovery, repair and recharge if required. As well as increasing or decreasing metabolism. Sleep is optimal but unless special conditions are met. Unnecessary.”
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48 watched jet as he shifted in his bed. Mumbling things. Then he sprang up breathing. Truly the human mind has much control over itself. 48 blinked as the boy seemed to be talking to himself and things that weren’t there.
“Do you still believe yourself within an illusion? Are you aware of your location?” 48 made a cackling noise rather loudly to get jets detection and simultaneously scan the area. Then it said.
“There is no one here. But you. And I.”
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48’s eyes went towards jet as he shuffled in bed. Was he not asleep? Why was he moving. He was mumbling some things. Sounded as if he was warning something. Perhaps it was one of those illusions people had at night. “Dreams” are the common term for them. 48 wondered what purpose they had. It could not dream. Perhaps humans sometimes see the future. Curious creatures humans were to it…
48 watched jet sleep for a while. Not getting bored like one would think.
(So how do you feel about NPCs?)
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Seth had a lot of spare time on the ship. Seth made productive use of his time his time. He trained like he always did. Though there wasn’t much on the ship to train with strength wise. He could lift the entire thing and even throw it some distance. Most of what he did was training and much thinking and drawing on his down time. He thought to the point that he wouldn’t even notice overexerting himself at times.
Much of his thoughts revolved around his crewmate. Someone who he thought of as a sort a smaller sister really. And seeing her turn into a husk was boiling him. Had he not constantly trained his body to exhaustion so often he would likely have torn the ship itself apart.
He spoke to Silver, and she told him it was for the captain. Seth let her do it for some time because she choose to, but he was seeing less and less reason to proceed like this and was frustrates that he didn’t know how to deal with this and if it was truly wrong. Seth wasn’t very used to having many friends. Because he spent his whole life training to prove people wrong. When Seth had his right hand. He could hardly move it properly. The fist was so heavy doing day to day tasks with it were hard. But he wanted to catch up with his hand. And eventually his right arm became stronger than the average person’s. Day in and day out he would train throughout his life, since he was a child. But. With all he did, Seth had little time to have true friends. Training always had taken priority. When Seth was confronted with this. He had no idea what to do. He saw it has her choice and as something necessary. But it still did not feel right to him. He would smile to Silver and at times try to train with her and speak occasionally. But not much unless she spoke to him. Seth did what he always does when he angry or frustrated. Train.
It was actually hard at first. Training with such anger when he was alone to truly vent. Seth had much of raw strength, speed and power like he wanted, but this anger made him unable to focus and skillfully channel it. He failed at some precision and cutting exercises with his training.
Eventually however. Whenever Seth rested and thought. After 20 days. He learned to channel his anger. Seth did an exercise he called plucking for his hand speed. His right hand was strong, heavy and solid. While his left was strong, fast and precise. And so. Seth started for every night for 5 days, he would take 100 or so leaves. And throw them into the air. Seth would them proceed to in a snapping punch like motion with much precision, try to catch all of them before they would hit the ground. Eventually Seth could throw 40 punches in a single second. He could catch all the leaves before they hit the ground with just his left hand. His right hand did not close fast enough to do this effectively. He moved on to throw 70 or so faster falling fruit in the air. And after about a 5 days of repeated failure he could catch them all before they even hit the ground as well. He had many supplies he stored in his crate to practice with.
Seth worked on generating wind with his Shovel soon. Moving his left arm so swiftly that he could even cut things at a distance like swordsman. He had practiced this on land. Using it to cut thick trees down in a single stroke. Right now. He used it to cut fruit. If he succeeded. He would eat it.
Not only this. But Seth made his own move, unique mostly to his shovel. As opposed to always using razor wind. He also had blunt wind. He used the flat part and swung it. Generating wind much like a man. It was less lethal and used mostly to smack his targets. It was strong enough to send parts of wood away and even shatter or cause it to snap if Seth tied a plank down from the crate. He was careful not to damage the ship. And as a shadow pirate. He began to take up sneaking. Seth did not like the idea of backstabbing. Though he did lime the idea of evading people. Going past shields to reach an objective. He usually did this when he was able to walk.
He would rest in the morning or evening. And spend much of his free recovery time sleeping, drawing and eating while at the same time he learned from watching the crew how the ship was run.
Still even after all this, Seth’s anger had never truly left. And neither did his thoughts around his crewmate and captain. Its what fueled him. She came up to him and told him and told him with a faint smile their journey was almost half-way finished. Seth had a rock in his human left hand “Aye…” He said to her smiling at her trying to look reassuring. “Won’t be too long now…” Seth then looked to the ocean after she left. He then crushed the rock into dust. And then it occurred to him. What would the captain do? What would luffy do? Would he allow this?
Seth then decided this would stop. He felt almost like Silver was a sister. Someone for him to watch over now. She was young and this choice wasn’t right. The Captain of this ship was going to die. The only question wasn’t when this would stop. It was going to stop right now. The question going through Seth’s mind was when would he die and by who’s hands? Seth then learned something he wouldn’t pick up by merely training the body. How to plot.
Seth planned for when night fell and the captain was asleep. He would sneak into his quarters. Even if a crewmate by some small chance was in there guarding him, Seth would knock him out before he even knew was going on. Either way. Seth would appear next to the captain. Standing over him. Then grab his throat with his right hand. As he would then turn hold the fatman up like he was doll above the ground, off his feet. He could hardly breathe and definitely couldn’t call for help. The man wasn’t even close enough to anything to knock it over.
“We need to talk, Sir.” Seth said looking up at the man with a dark look in his eyes. “I am sick and tired of you. And tired of your agreement. I care not for it all.” Seth had his voice low. “I never want to see you so much as tap Silver on the shoulder again. So help me I will strip you down, chop you arm off, bend you over and shoved your entire arm so far up your anus that it will come up the other side through your throat. I do not wish to see you even breath her air for too long.” Seth crushed even more as he clearly meant that last statement. He could break this man’s neck like a twig. Exert hundreds of tons of pressure onto his neck. He crushed more but not enough to break him. Then loosenened his grip as he is about to pass out. He holds him there. And then he says.
“Not a word to this to your crew. We are to proceed on course until we reach Logia town. Then we are to part. One word to them and you die. Then I become the Captain and I will kill your crew if I must. Do you understand?”
Seth loosens his grip enough for him to breath no. “Do we understand?” Seth repeated. If he agrees Seth drops him. If not he keeps holding him. “My patience grows thin.”
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The black eyed man looked at blues. He stood up and smiled warmly. Then shook his hand. “I have been called many things, and have been called many names.” He says replying. To his second statement. He says “Yes. There are many odd things about this city, aren’t there?” The “man” says as he tilts his head up, looking at blues. He knows of the presence of X-0, and looks around as if expecting him to materialize, before he looks back at blues.
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The man drops face planting without a word hard enough onto the crevice for blood to come from his skull and many bones cracking from being placed at 185 G’s. It’s is as if he was in a car crash. His Mace held in front of his hand still. As he bleeds onto the ground. He didn’t really have a chance to feel much, and didn’t currently have the capability yet of appreciating that.
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The pale girl blinked, not understanding what Shizu was saying. She read her notepad and actually calmed down a bit. She just kind of blinked and looked at her as she began to write something else. And then she asks her what she was doing there. “Uhhh…” The girl studders. “I….this place looked nice…” She said simply.
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Alexia is simply watched, from now. Most things would go normally in her area, for right now…