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The captain of the marines nodded at his words then watched Axel nab a rope and take off to the blood. The marines were about to hop in after him but the Sand Devil placed a hand out as he simply watched. He voiced to his men, “One move and you’ll be bait for him. I want to see how this plays out.” The catfish was startled when the ‘human’ on the ship above was suddenly with wings and flying, clear that this fish had never seen a skypian before. Before the fish could lash out, Axel would catch him and drag him down to the bottom all tied up. He heard what Axel said and just glared at him, “Why the hell are you defending the humans? Isn’t it clear that despite being asked to no longer show hate to one another that they are clearly still showing hate towards our kind? And now they are sprouting random ass wings!” He pointed his head back to the marine ship, “And that sand devil is clearly a traitor to our kind. Siding with those who want everything that isn’t like them dead…” He growled a bit though his teeth were not nearly as menacing as a shark’s. His whiskers flowed around him though, giving him a serious look. He was a big fella, and pent up in rage as he flailed to get loose from the rope bindings and making them fray.
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The pirates of which were sunk all started to swim towards land. One of the freed fishmen started to swim away. The other turned and attacked the men who had captured him, grabbing one of the pirates from beneath and ripping them apart. When Axel got onto the marine ship, some of the men were tense. Their captain came forward and was a Sand Devil Shark Fishman, he looked at Axel with a smirk and noticed the mark of the sun pirates but did not alert his men. As he spoke, several rows of teeth in his mouth were exposed, “I would thank you kindly, but my men here seem to be a little wary of you.” His skin was dark across the top and he had various points which stuck out, making him need to wear his jacket over his shoulders. He gazed with sharp eyes at Axel, hints of there just being black and white in his eyes. He continued, “If that is what you wish to do, I will thank you. If you go back on it, I will be sure you bleed.” He took a sniff at the ocean and saw that the one angered fishman in the water had bloodied it pretty bad. This caused the captain’s pupils to dilate but it was clear he could maintain his composure. They hadn’t taken notice of Axel’s vessel or the bird woman upon it. However, one of the men swimming back to shore tried to climb onto the boat. The person was ripped down off the boat, causing it to rock a bit from the fishman ripping the flailing human from the ship.
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When the open seas are hit, it will begin to rain a bit. The wind is blowing at 10 MPH to the southwest and there are ships coming in from the distance. There are four of them, one to the south east of the ship is a marine vessel. It is engaged in combat with the vessel directly south of the ship. The other two vessels are slightly east, they are both at combat with one another. The skies in the direction the ship is headed appears to have dark clouds. It seems the main form of combat is taking place over long range and the vessels are showing potential that if they spot the boat holding the fishman and the skypian upon it, they could very well turn and fire. There is no visible sign of fruit users nor of there being any of the unspoken nor high marines.
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[center][size size=18][color color=green]IT WAS CRAMPED INSIDE LIL CAL OR AS YOU JUST CALLED HIM, “THE PUPPET”. I KNOW IT SEEMS THE MOVEMENT OF A SOUL WOULD SEEM TO HURT MASSIVELY BUT IT WAS MORE SOULS BEING COMBINED THAT WAS THE HURTING PART BUT THE RESULTS ARE JUST AMAZING. LARGE BEHINDS? ARE YOU REFERENCING THE BACK ENDS OF HUMANS? I MAY NOT BE THINKING THAT WAY OF THEM ANYMORE BUT I NOW HAVE A SLIGHTLY ODD CRAVING FOR HORSES. I AM FULLY CAPABLE OF LYING BUT I CHOOSE NOT TO! AND THE OTHER BROTHERS CANNOT DENY. MY FAVORITE COLOR IS RED. THE ANSWER TO YOUR MATHEMATICS EQUATION IS 1257.135802469136 WITH MANY MORE NUMBERS AFTER THE DECIMAL. FEAR MY AWESOMENESS![/color][/size][/center]
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Heiwa offered a slight smile as Axel suggested such but then decided to take out a pouch from in her skirt. She made sure the two men didn’t see anything as she slipped it onto the table and undid the strings revealing a tiny snail phone. It sneezed a little bit and Heiwa pet its shell as she said, “We should be able to relay to Mako privately on this. These tiny ones we found happen to transmit on a frequency that the marines can’t reach because it is far too high. Mako also flips out when she hears the frequency due to her being what she is.” Heiwa pet its shell a little more, careful not to touch its slimy side and made it coo.
“It looks sick,” Mihawk pointed out.
“You’d be sick too if you swam from Alabasta to Drum Island and back. Then swam the whole way here,” Heiwa had a sense of pride in her voice for doing such, the snail letting out a tiny sneeze again. She leaned down to it and said, “Unmute.” The snail nodded its little head and then un-muted. “Mako? Can you hear me?” No response was given from the other end. She sighed and repeated, “Mako, I am sitting here with one you know who and need you to respond to a plan offered by a third party.”
A response came across finally of Mako’s almost mild chirping voice, “Yeah Heiwa? Sorry for the delay, I was busy.”
“Are you with Truble again?” Heiwa’s immediate response was.
“Um… No?” Mako’s voice echoed out and the snail relayed a concerned look.
Then Truble’s firm voice came through it, “Mako, you should not lie to your crew like that.”
Heiwa sighed and said, “Stop teasing him. Anyways, the third party suggested feigning a relay stating that one of the four are on a deserted island so the fleet admiral will be there and we will know where he is.”
“If he arrives and sees none, he will get suspicious,” Mihawk inserted his say. “He may even be able to track us through the relay and come to us instead.”
Heiwa went silent and the snail was silent for a moment. Mako’s voice came through again, “So relay on two deserted islands. We swim fast enough we could park away from the island and then make calls. Then both parties return to ships and the two ships pull together. I vote my crew’s and Truble’s get to do this. With help of course.”
“Thank you captain,” Heiwa spoke.
“Now where were we?” Mako’s voice sounded seductive before she muted again.
Heiwa sighed and rubbed her head, her quills puffed up and pulled the back of the chair off and apart. The pieces slid to the ground and then she calmed herself so the quills went back down. “Mute…” She pet the snail’s shell again. She then carefully picked it up by the shell and placed it back into the bag, pulling it up and closing it. She then said, “Sometimes I wonder why anyone listens to her.”
“You shouldn’t question her,” Mihawk gave her a cold look. “If you didn’t like her you shouldn’t have joined her in the first place. If she’s changed, then you haven’t progressed with her.”
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Bedros smiled to her and gave a slight nod. He chuckled a bit and spoke in return, “The way you can repay me is by raising through the ranks and staying a good marine.” He smirked as he remembered something, “Are you going to run my papers? I will stay here until you are done, take them and then go fishing.” He chuckled to himself.
Jango smiled and adjusted his glasses a bit, “Oh yeah, go run your errand and then we will talk. Bedros and I here can catch up a little.” He then paused as he added something he remembered, “Just a warning, the officer in there is in a foul mood. Let’s just say he was demoted a rank and just given this position. Tread carefully.”
“Why would you do that to the poor girl?” Bedros cocked his head a little at Jango.
Jango smirked a little and said, “Well, better to warn her. I can use it to test her out.” He placed his hand onto Bedros’s shoulder and the two seemed to have a silent conversation for a moment and both started to laugh a bit.
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Hawk-Eye Mihawk re-examined the picture of the blade as she continued on about it. He looked up to her since it was a matter of honor and spoke, “If I catch hold of it and we meet again, I will give it to you. As it stands, I have not seen this blade.” He turned his head to Heiwa and said, “Come sit. This business is finished and we may start our own.” He was not going to sugar coat it and was blunt, not caring if the woman heard their business as for her to be let back was a sign she was safe to talk to. He heard what the shark fishman had asked and his piercing eyes turned to him without his own response.
Heiwa moved to the opposing side of his table and sat herself down but not before answering Axel, “Yes. He is one of the unspoken and of the top four.” As she did sit, she was careful of her spines, not careful enough as she felt them poke into the wood. She released a silent “damn it…” under her breath. To her observations, there were no backless chairs nor stools. She then voiced what she needed to to him, “Mako wants to pull more together in alliance. So far she has allied herself with Truble and with Tanakami without issue. She has also, in connection to Tanakami thus gained connection to the remaining Straw Hat. There has been some trouble with Darcel, you can understand why.” Mihawk gave her a nod. “Beyond that, we’re trying to get a connection through to Buggy but it seems he’s always in the east when we search the grand line and in the grand line when we search in the east. He has marine connections that could give us all worry free passage in and out of the grand line. You had offered your assistance last time and the three talked on it and decided that they do not want you or any of the others who kept themselves true to be exposed to the marines.”
“I understand Mako’s concern,” Mihawk took her pause to enter his say. “But you as well as them know I would be able to handle my own with them. As long as it is not the Fleet Admiral we will all be fine.”
“That is just it,” Heiwa warned him, “We have all lost track of him. He entered the grand line and no one has been able to pin point him since.” She pulled away from the backing a bit but felt this action going nowhere.
Mihawk’s posture tensed a bit but he let out a breath as his eyelids closed. “It cannot be helped,” He spoke plainly, “We know if he is in the Grand Line that those hiding in the Blues are safe. Including the undead.”
“We don’t know that he is even still there,” Heiwa spoke back. “Mako spread her entire crew out to find him as did Truble but there hasn’t been a single sign over any of the blues or the grand line. We think he is biding his time or has locked onto one of us.” The two sat there and seemed to be mulling this over, a deadly and extremely serious matter.
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The man with the large blade looked at the picture then up at the woman before him. He waited a moment and said, “You may speak, a picture says very little to me other than that it is a picture of a blade.” He was presuming that she wanted to know something or wanted him to find it. He would not voice such presumptions and resume a neutral mindset. He gently released a breath, seeming natural but it was one of distress, his contact was late and this could lead to being caught at any moment. Though, to any untrained would not notice his distress as he seemed calm, cool, and collected.
Heiwa smirked and allowed him to follow her back to the bar. She entered slowly and weaved through the crowded bar, her quills pressed flat against her skin and trying to not touch anyone. She went up to the bartender and reached her webbed fingers into her tied on top and pulled out a small piece of paper that bore the symbol of the Straw Hat pirates. The bartender would nod and take her and her guest to the secret door and open it. Heiwa would walk in and see he was with someone already, her head tilting to the side as she eyed this stranger then shot her head to the other male, “I will wait for this business to be done, Hawk-eye.”
He only looked over to her for a moment and uttered, “You’re late.” Then he returned his gaze to the other female before him. Heiwa shrugged and placed the symbol back under her breast and proceeded to fold her arms under them.
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Bedros smiled back to her as he enjoyed her enthusiasm towards the opportunity to excel. He turned his eyes to Jango, the two men seeming to have a conversation through their gaze alone. Jango then looked at Carina and offered a small smirk. “I will be following you on your duties throughout the day. While we’re waiting for the paperwork to run through we will conduct an interview in the nearest private room.” He looked back to Bedros and said, “If she’s comfortable enough, you can come with us.”
“I shouldn’t meddle in Marine affairs,” Bedros’s smile faded down to a smirk. “I only saw a hard working girl who looked like she was in too low of a place.” He crossed his arms across his chest, he wanted as minimal interaction as possible. All he saw in her was a kind marine that could possibly lead to change, hoping Jango would see the same in a short amount of time. From the look on Jango’s face, there was a silent understanding.
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The bartender saw the young lady and thought on it whilst pouring her the drink. She felt sorry for her and placed a finger to her lips and carefully opened up the secret door to let her in. The man of interest was sitting comfortably and drinking a small glass of sake, his demeanor showed no notion that he had in fact heard the door open. He looked over after the door was open for a bit and despite it not being the one expected, his voice was low as he said, “Come in.” He was going to say no more until the door was closed.
Heiwa heard his random blurt out about the group that had been sent out. She nodded and her voice trailed out a silent, “I am so sorry, they will be avenged.” She watched him check her over then listened to his obvious statement and then the question. She looked down a bit, having forgotten a little that she had come to speak with someone important. She looked back at Axel and said, “There’s a man here Mako wants me to speak with. He is an unspoken and I believe he will find this deal fruitful considering the circumstances with the marines.” She looked around, only seeing commoners currently and then thought to ask, “If you would like, you could come in as well? Perhaps having another perspective will help settle tensions.” She offered him a smile, quills perking up at the thought of more being done in a shorter amount of time. Her quills flattened back against herself as she let out a sigh.
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The man heard the fish from outside the bar, currently a man was in the room with him and giving him compliments. He thought out something as he heard this man next to him saying he would to anything to prove himself worthy of even being in the room with him. The man with the blade spoke firmly, “If you want to prove yourself, go join whoever spoke out there.” The man he spoke to looked at him as if he was nuts and walked out. The man with the blade sighed and then asked that access be restricted until his guest arrives.
Near Axel’s ship, a blur of tan and yellow leaped from the water and onto land. Once the being had stopped, she was revealed to have tan skin with spikes starting on her forehead and running the whole length of her back. She had a yellow cloth holding her breasts up and a yellow cloth tied in the front with the knot on her left leg. She turned to face Axel and her yellow eyes were revealed, her body had some spots along the sides. She had thick lips and etched on her stomach was the red sun symbol of the Sun Pirates. She had a look of surprise, not expecting to see another fishman here. She decided to stop and speak up to the man, her bare feet tapping as she walked to him, “I didn’t expect to see one of us here.”
She crossed her arms beneath her breasts and was looking over him, attempting to gauge him. She thought the remembered him but she was usually out making communication runs as the Neo Sun’s main form of communication with other pirates. She stopped at least five feet from him and admired his looks.
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The captain’s smile read of being impressed with her drive to explore the Grand Line, also hiding the fact he was smiling about the arm as well. He began to wonder who was her father and what he had done to go afoul and yet have such a kind little daughter full of wonder. He lost his smile a bit when he was asked to wait outside but he did not hold it against the child. He chuckled a bit when she decided to ask for his name. It wasn’t often that he asked for it so he felt obliged to answer nearly giving his own. He made sure his mind was in order to give it properly before he would speak to the young woman.
“Bedros Udell Gavril Garrison Yahto,” He spoke it plain then leaned to the girl and joked, “If you are to marry, don’t take the others name or your name would be as long if they decide you aren’t worth it. But I an tell you will be a one man gal, too pretty.” He then stood back up and was able to see in the door a bit as it opened. Rear Admiral Jango had been in the office speaking to the officer inside and opened the door to come out. He stopped short when he saw Carina but his eyes locked on the captain next to her. Bedros smiled and said, “Long time no see.” He placed his hand out for his, the arm that had fallen off earlier.
“Same to you,” Jango took the hand in his own, giving the arm a firm tug to make him have to pop it off again. He smirked and said, “Still falling to pieces I see.”
“Aren’t I always?” Bedros replied to him with a big smile. Then he checked out Jango’s jacket and he blurted out, “What did you get moved up to this time?! It’s been what, a year or so since we have seen each other?”
“Just Rear Admiral,” Jango spoke like it was nothing and gave Bedros his arm back. “I got bumped up due to my services.”
“Hope you don’t mean services rendered,” Bedros’s joke made both the men laugh. They didn’t seem to forget she was there as Bedros rolled his shoulder a bit like he was getting the arm into place. He spoke plainly, “Your Seaman Apprentice here seems very hard working. Perhaps you should promote her?” He then smiled and looked at Carina and said, “Would you like that?” Jango didn’t say a word until he heard her response.
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The captain watched the young woman and felt her confidence growing. He listened carefully to every word and let it linger in his thoughts as he considered her initial answer to the second question. He remained with a smile until his smile would droop slightly at hearing the suspicious nature towards Devil Fruit users held against her by the others. He sighed remembering a time where no matter what the fruit might have done, just the mere mention of one possessing such a thing would bring fear into hearts of those around them, or admiration. Then the question she presented to him made his smile return a bit. He waved a hand out so they could walk to her duty and talk on the way.
“I don’t know how to answer that,” He spoke with some concern as if there was a wrong answer. He would let her take the lead as his arms hung to his side, flopping back and forth as he walked. “Some parts of the Grand Line make you feel like you’ve never even entered it.” He seemed to look up to the ceiling a bit as his voice trailed into a sense of remembering the wonder he had on his first time. “The rest of it is so fantastic and diverse. You never know who you will meet or what you will see. Some islands are cold as ice in the middle of summer, others hot as deserts in the middle of winter. There are some islands that seem so far fetched that they must be from the future and yet another island has creatures long since thought to have been passed. Even on a simple trip meant for nothing, an adventure could be had by a wrong turn or a rogue storm.” He threw his arms up, “Everything is just fantas-” He stopped short as his right arm popped out.
He saw it land on the floor and it stayed still, the end of the arm was smooth like it wasn’t meant to stay in place. He sighed and said, “My apologies. That fake arm keeps falling off. I told the doctor he needs to put in a stronger magnet.” He picked up his arm and fixed it into place and wriggled his fingers. “He told me any stronger and it would ruin the wiring. I guess to fish I need it to function.” He chuckled quietly to himself. “So, what’s your interest in it?”
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At the docks of Foosha Village, a small boat would dock. Off of it came a man who seemed to have been traveling for a while. He stepped out and walked across the village and people seemed to just treat him as another passerby, though a few showed fear in their eyes and others respect. This man was aging well and carried a large blade upon his back. Some of the children he passed by would point at the blade or try to touch his coat. The man seemed to simply not care, allowing them to do so as he passed through to his destination. He went directly to the bar after the fishman had left.
The one running the bar knew him and instead of seating him with the rest of the people, she quietly ushered him into a back room so he could be without the marine’s eyes watching. Some people were allowed to go in and visit with him, swiftly and on a schedule to witness him. Typically he would send his guests out drunk as he would pay for the drinks this time. People were beginning to crowd to the bar to all try to get a chance to meet him before he left but enough stayed roaming so nothing seemed to be out of place than a few mothers dragging sons and daughters into the bar to meet him.
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The man holding the paperwork smirked as if he had something against her, his voice thrashing out, “Took you long enough.”
“No need to worry sir,” The strange captain of the fishing boat said, getting an odd look from the marine, “Fish can wait for a sweet young, Seaman Apprentice was it? To take some documents back and forth like they do every two weeks.” He smiled at Carina and decided to ask straight to her, “Do these guys always give you such a hard time?” He folded his arms across his chest. The marine while handing the documents seem about to scold her before she even spoke but the fishing man said, “Let the girl talk, I have time.” He stood with a straight posture, just needing to tilt his head a bit down to look at the girl. He gave off a friendly feeling yet was intimidating enough that the marine backed off, setting the paperwork down for her to get and going back to watching the dock for more boats to process. -
The Marine base would seem to see some action from an unknown ship. It was rather small and fishing gear could be seen on the boat in plain view. As it got closer, the name on the ship was in clear view as the “Mindyou Rownbus Iness”. One of the marines currently on duty due to being late to the mess hall was forced to check the ship registry. The details on this ship was that it passed through once every other week to fish in the Grand Line and then to take the catches back. This marine had the ship dock next to them and have the captain come off. The man who ran the vessel was tall, not a giant though. He was built with a light muscular frame that seemed to be from hulling fish in their nets. He had black hair down to his mid back and was wearing a brown tattered coat. The pants were not much to be spoken for either. The shoes looked like they had been recently bought though had a scuff or two. The man’s face was slightly angular but didn’t take from his appeal. He pulled his documents out from his inner pocket and handed it to the marine. Those around them would hear the man’s voice, calm but mildly higher in pitch like a tenor, “Must we do this every two weeks?”
The marine answered, “Yes sir! Let me just call down someone to run this to be verified and we will be done with it.” The captain nodded and watched the marine walk over to a snail and gently touch it. “I need an able body here to run documents to verification and back.” He would then end the transmission and wait silently, staring at the captain.