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Post by Ninta D. Rogan on Jan 20, 2013 20:05:52 GMT
A scene would unfold a little dramatically ahead. The ship was docked just in view and the coming force of marines was even a bit larger than he expected, 'I thought Saul was exaggerating when he said a hundred... Looks like if I want this to be over with quickly I will indeed be forced to display some strength.' His look was casual, even a slight roll of his eye was placed as the men got organized and filed in. The only thing that made him a bit uneasy was the fact that they all had guns. Rogan was not worried about himself, these men were harmless to him; but if they land one shot on The Daughter he would give them all hell to pay.
Of course Saul had only taken up higher ground in the crow's nest, not advancing so Rogan did not have too much fear for his ship, Saul had similar feelings with him about The Daughter, she would not be harmed on either of their watch. Even so Rogan was not going to go in with a passive mindset given the circumstances, and blood began seeping through his palms rather quickly, dripping to the ground in seconds.
"All marines, at the ready!" spoke the leader of the battalion, causing his men to halt and listen. "Take aim at my mark!" A dead silence unfolded, even as Aiden rushed out of his hotel, Rogan didn't even hear as he prayed Saul wouldn't lose his aggressive vigor at this time of all times. He began walking, a little briskly toward the group of marines (the blood that dripped on the ground was now forming a pool that ominously moved with his strides, keeping him in the center of it). He was sure Corvo was keeping up with him, his Haki giving him a crystal clear picture of his surroundings to the very limits he was able, "Ready..." said the officer, holding his hand in the air. Suddenly, he dropped it, yelling "FIRE!" with all of his might. Rogan's heart stopped just for a moment as the assault of bullets flew towards his prized ship.
The bullets bounced off the hull, a barrier of protection encircled The Daughter for just long enough to make it through the incident unscathed, "Oh... my goodness... Saul, you asshole...." Rogan now was quite relieved but he would not let this moment happen again... He really was going to give these guys hell just for thinking of harming his ship.
"Hey Rogan!" Saul roared over the crowd of silent, and confused men. "I'll make you a deal." Saul pointed at the officer who had commanded the fire upon the daughter. "If you can get to him first, I'll play chess with you once, and buy you drinks for a month." To this bet a small smirk came to the Crimson Captain's face. A game of chess sounded very enticing, not to mention his already accumulated anger, this looked like something he was very interested in engaging in, "I'm in... but if you hope to win you better move pretty fast, Demon!" The most interesting part of those words, even if most didn't notice, was how casual the bet was. Anyone paying attention would see that these men, even in their numbers were not even enough to worry the Captain or his Second-in-Command.
If Aiden had his eyes on Rogan he would see that he was no longer even walking, but moving by standing atop his pool of blood, a five foot radius around him and it was moving along on its own, slowly picking up speeds.
"Corvo! Keep him in place, don't let that coward run anywhere. Keep him alive though!" Saul was talking about the man he just sent over, colliding with the wall and whatnot.
"Hahaha shit, looks like your one unlucky bastard, i wouldnt wanna be caught on the other end of that behemoth." He then directed his speech at Rogan. "Perhaps ill get to see what your really made of, wouldn't mind seeing that. Especially after that beating you gave me earlier." He leaped up to sort of perch on the hotel balcony as soon as a small squad of ten men turned to begin coming their way. They began loading their guns and Rogan began to speak, not at them though, his voice was going to his new crew-mate.
"Watch the man Saul has told you to watch. And stay back on this fight. It's my turn to give you a demonstration." His words were as calm and smooth as silk, just barely reaching the ears of their target, sounding ominous in the current situation. He prized his natural calm demeanor but in this case he wasn't even in real danger to give it credit. The marines reloaded their guns and were ready to fire, Rogan was now just outside ten meters away from them and still building speed, "Aiden, lower your left shoulder!" As he said this he got low and his pool shifted to his right. Sure enough a bullet would blast at Aiden, aiming for his left shoulder, and more scattered, heading for where Rogan just moved from but by the time they would realize they missed him, Rogan was right there to hit back.
What he did was shift his body inward as he sped up beside them with a cocked back fist, his entire forearm looked slightly engorged and the veins on his arm looked as if they were about to pop out of the barrier of his skin. He rocketed his fist to connect with the midsection of the closest marine. The power he displayed in this hit was ridiculous, he left a crater-like indent in the man he just hit along with sent him flying into the line of the nine other men in a collateral fashion that would send all ten blasting toward a close-by building (they were just short of reaching the building before they landed but the force would easily put them out of commission to fight). It was in that quick attack that the squad of ten were no longer an issue to worry about, "Not bad for a warm-up." A small smirk came along with his comment, showing how much of child's play he really considered the lot of these marines. He kept speeding along on his pool of blood, turning back to face the rest of the hoard.
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Post by Saul Moriah on Jan 21, 2013 22:24:32 GMT
To be frank, there is nothing quite like murder for Saul. He was born into a broken life and his existence only became more and more twisted until he finally snapped, losing all value for life. This was all meaningless, and the existence of everything would be brought into a much more significant reality post-mortem. All would be clear, calm and peaceful. Some folks called it heaven, but Saul didn't have a name for it.
His mind was far from that now, though. He had leaped off the crows nest and was flying down into the crowd. He landed on a marine, breaking his ribs as Saul's foot pressed onto his chest. He crushed the man under his landing, looking around with his lips pursed into a snarl. Blood lust could be seen in his eyes, if anyone could see his eyes. Saul began watching all the movements, using his control over light to sense each person and how they were attacking. Saul didn't have Kenbunshoku Haki, but he could control all forms of light, sensing movements through it didn't give him preemptive powers, but he could tell what was going on within a radius around him.
The officer that was the target of their gamble was running far right, commanding his troops to surround and destroy both Rogan and Saul, ignoring Corvo almost entirely. However, the marines wouldn't be touching Saul very soon, even as he grabbed ones face, there was a thin, invisible layer of incredible armor that stopped all shots easily. He was a walking tank, with a style of fighting designed to obliterate while resisting all harm.
Saul quickly set to work, vanishing in flashes of light, only to appear in a small mob of marines and quickly roast them all with several punches of hot light to each one, all before they could blink. Not one had a chance, and not very many expend saw it coming. It was a slaughter, each flash eliminating 10 more men, before another burst signified that Saul had moved on.
Eventually, it became boring for him. He had defeated 30 men in a moment, and had felt no challenge. Jumping back from a fray he had just created, Saul grabbed his shuriken and looked for the officer leading the "attack" on the pirates. Spotting him, Saul slipped it from his back and whipped it over the crowd, sending it in a high arc right towards the officer's neck. Taking the extra second he had created with the shuriken, he placed his hands together and pulled them apart quickly. With this, he created a massive sword of light, easily measuring 7 feet from tip to tip, with which he began slashing the marines as he moved through the mob.
The man whom Saul had let live was slowly stirring, and crawling around the corner of the building. Should he get the chance, he would stand and run off into Loguetown. It would only take a moment for him to rise to his feet again once he got around the corner.
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Post by sevryn on Jan 22, 2013 6:20:39 GMT
Aiden turned as his captain told him to follow saul's order and to stay back. What? I dont even get to join in? Boooo! Aiden said and started chuckling at the end. But what the hell is up with that shit hes on? Looks like liquid but where did it come from and how is he moving with it? Aiden thought to himself in disbelief but just as he finished his thought he heard his captains voice. Lower.. my shoulder? The question hung in aidens head for a second. Aidens instincts kicked in a second later, almost too late. He dropped to all fours as the bullet got to him, grazing the top of his shoulder. The fuck was that? How did he know that was gonna happen? If anyone looked at him they would see his lips, slowly growing outwards. His smile grew until his canines showed. His heart began pounding in his chest so hard aiden thought others could hear it.
How? How can this guy excite me so much? To think i would get this lucky so soon after i got here! Show me more!Let me see power! Aiden's thoughts burst into his head flying around like a whirlwind until his mind couldnt take it and he ended up shouting out his last thought just as he watched, wide eyed as rogan hit the group of marines and sent them flying. This is what i want. No... This is what i need! This strength, this power. To go anywhere and do anything and take out any obstacle that gets in the way. Aiden's thoughts began to consume his mind, he couldnt get away from the fact that this mans power was so beyond his own. But just as he was reaching the point of sitting and just staring at this man as he defeated every enemy in his way he hear something. Groaning? The hells that? Aiden thought. Then he remembered his order and leaned over the edge of the building and looked down at the man rolling over, a wicked smile coming to his face as more thoughts came into his mind.
He turned and faced the ship and there he saw something that gave him a feeling he very rarely got... Fear. Monstrous..... Aiden said, the word hanging in the air. He turned back to the edge and hopped off, landing in front of the man who now had gotten to his knees. Damn, you know i would love to end you right now and save him the trouble of whatever he has planned for you. But honestly... he scares the shit outa me A laugh bursting from his mouth. Wow i dont know if iv ever even said something like that before. Guess theres a first for everything huh? Aiden said as he bent down next to the guy.
Sooo how am i gonna keep you here without killing you? I could break a leg, doubt you have the power to get anywhere with just one leg. Nah i need to inflict little damage, im sure that guy will wanna do that himself. Meh guess ill just use that then. Aiden said and his hand came up. He opened his palm. Bubble. The word sometimes sounded odd to aiden as it didnt seem to fit very well. Hmmmm... wonder if i can change that somehow? Ill have to remember to see if i can when this is all over. He thought to himself as he gestured with with two fingers and gravity hit the man in the back pushing him back onto the ground. Annnddd seeing as how your already kinda injured there guy, all i should need is a little of this and you shouldnt be able to go anywhere. This isnt even worthy of being called playing. Whatever ill just bring you up top and watch till that demon or captain gives me a sign. With these words Aiden swiped his hand up flipping gravity upside down as he grabbed the back of the mans coat collar and pulled him closer and tweaking the gravity and finally putting it back to normal as he dropped the guy face first onto the roof and again putting a low amount of gravity onto the mans back keeping him laying. Aiden walked over to a vent and hopped onto it and sat down watching from his perch that wasnt all that far from the ship both the captain and his first mate, laughing as he watched them smash their enemies like bugs.
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Post by lena on Jan 23, 2013 21:41:48 GMT
Violet eyes scanning the dingy quarters inside the ship, Lena couldn't help but scowl. This place is... Ick. It wasn't necessarily dirty - simply dirtier than she had hoped for such a grand-looking ship. Do only males live here? She blinked, letting her eyes adjust to the change in lighting. It was about the size of your average ship, really, but Lena wasn't about to make it seem like a mansion on water. I've been in worse.
She brushed her fingertips across a tabletop as she walked past, curiously looking at every object as she passed. The commotion outside was still ensuing, but she could feel the presences dwindling in number. Best pick a hiding place, she told herself, her eyes locking onto a door. "Must be the captain's quarters..." She shuffled towards it and grasped the door handle, hesitating for only a moment before slowly swinging the door open. Hiding in a crevice, she stood still, calming her breathing and blending into her surroundings.
(OOC: Not my ship or captain's room, so I left out details, heh~ Someone should totes describe 'em in more detail upon boarding the ship so I can have a mental image, please~ <3)
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Post by Ninta D. Rogan on Jan 28, 2013 2:08:04 GMT
Rogan's next move would be quite interesting, it was only to be expected that he would express more of his power and squash these oppressive bugs without second thought or mercy. This is was both correct and false to the captain's true intentions. He sped on his crimson pool still, growing with blood that was flowing from his palms. He was finally colliding with the mass of men before him and even as they turned to see their fallen comrades from earlier they would not have been ready to do anything against the coming assault. Just before disappearing into the swarm of men his blood on the ground expanded outwards all directions, thinning to do so and resulted in Rogan having a pool that extended to a ten meter radius around him. He broke through the line, his blood, he altered it's consistency just slightly so it hardened just enough to be like a sheet of ice. The men would fall, about fifteen that were caught in Rogan's snare and as they landed, more-so when their torsos hit the ground Rogan would instantly leap and harden the blood to maximum potential (in essence the exact same as a flash-freeze). Just like that, another trivial moment and the Crimson Captain airborne (traveling a relatively decent distance due to the build-up of speed earlier), leaving behind a fresh new batch of victims stuck in his Crimson sea of blood, this time without so much as a lift of a finger. While in the air he noticed something, a giant shuriken that was just released, almost beginning to reach its arc and come around, the destination was a given, the head of the man that was leading the attack. Of course Rogan didn't notice the initial action as Saul was just out of his haki's natural range. A sly smile would come to his face, 'You tricky bastard, Saul! But I can play that way too.'His blood still flowing from his palms, he accumulated it, together in his hands, hardening it to a consistency in-between clay and rubber. The veins in his left arm protruded and the muscles in the arm bulged. He was no longer secreting the blood from his palms, taking the soft-ball sized ball of blood in his left hand, cocked back, and fired it with an inhuman force. His enhanced strength made the thrown ball look like a bullet, a streak of blood-red. It's target? Just off of the marine leader's head. The shuriken came down, ready to cleave the man's head but was perfectly intercepted as it was about to connect. The sphere had taken the cut, it's own force being sent into the man's shoulder, basically turning all the shuriken's killing intent into a blunt damage assault, along with Rogan's blood being the thing that got him, not Saul's shuriken. The shoulder would be shattered and the man sent Rogan's way. Touching ground and clenching his fist, the Captain silently waited for the opposing leader flying towards him. Others around him that were mobile closed in as well but little did they know that he was done playing "war" with these flies, had his fill of required exercise for the day. His bulging arm cocked back and as the leader came in he rocketed his fist with a force of detrimental proportions. The fist was buried into his midsection and for a moment the connection seemed to stall in time. Snapping back into the world's normal parameters the man was sent flying once again in a new direction. The sound that was made when the blow hit was definite, a crack that could suggest rib and spinal damage. The leader soared, his brain already pulled him from consciousness to hide from the pain. Flying out into the water of the docks and after splashing in, his unresponsive body would begin to sink. As the men would obviously look with shock, some went to go to their leader's rescue but most had that ridiculous look of disbelief as Rogan looked like a normal man (his arm returned to normal size), one young enough to pass as a youth if his behaviours didn't prove the opposite and his emerald eye wasn't so stern, and dominating. "I am done with the lot of you! Aiden! Saul! Let's go!" His voice not sounding overly loud or strong but it seemed to carry, as if he were simply talking to everyone in the area in a casual light. He let his arm subside and casually began to walk the direction of his ship, "And if you marines bother us no more, I'll let you not only save your commander, but your own lives as well." His right hand would once again casually rest on the handle of his blade. With step his footfalls were purposeful and nearly to be taken as regal, at least in the eyes of the lowly marines. An air of power demonstrated by the Crimson Crew was now imprinted in their memories and the promise of a legendary force that was sure to rise. This might truly be the crew to claim the infamous title of Pirate King.
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Post by sevryn on Feb 5, 2013 2:09:20 GMT
Aiden watched in amazement as his captain decimated all his enemies, a smile creeping to his face as he thought of the things that would undoubtedly come to him as part of this crew. I sure hope this will let me get strong like those guys, damn they are monsters. Aiden just sat there lost in thought when Rogan's voice snapped him out of it. Looks like its time to go buddy. Aiden said as he turned to the man on the ground next to him. Haha your comin with me for a little bit, gotta deliver you to that man. Aiden told him as he pointed at Saul.
With a little hop he came down off his perch and grabbed the mans collar, a simple flick of his wrist changed the direction of the area's gravity and sent him flying towards the ship with the man in tow. As aiden neared the ship and his captain he shut off his power and bubble and let go of his captive letting him fall to the ground as he landed next to him and crossed his arms. The man landed with enough force that his head bounced off the ground and knocked him out. He turned to his captain, looking at him from beneath his hood. That was some demonstration there captain, i had some fun just watching that. AIden said out loud as he started chuckling. Ima hurry up and bring this guy to him. He finished his sentence as he looked over to Saul and bent down and grabbed the man and began dragging him towards the ship.
Aiden walked up the ramp to the ship and threw the man next to one of the masts right under Saul. Here's the guy you wanted! Ill just leave him here for ya. Aiden called out to Saul as he walked away and stood on the highest tier of the ship and looked out towards the city, his hand slowly running along his sword. I have a feeling this trip is gonna get a hell of a lot more exciting. Aiden thought to himself as he began grinning, his trademark canines showing from the corners of his mouth.
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Post by lena on Feb 10, 2013 22:10:50 GMT
It only took a moment for Lena to become bored. She removed herself from her hiding place and took to surveying the room in more depth. For a while, she kept her hands folded across her chest, but the temptation to brush her fingers on cool metal or shiny surfaces was overwhelming. Her resistance didn't last long.
Minutes passed, and the ruckus outside was coming to a close.
Stiffening, Lena stopped mid-movement, her hand hovering over a map she was about to touch. They're coming, she told herself. There was no doubt in her mind - she could feel them getting closer. There were only four of them, so she wasn't worried about being discovered or man-handled. She was a woman that could take care of herself, and she planned to keep it that way.
Rocking onto her heels, she leaned away from the Captain's desk and slid out of his quarters, a soft click behind her signaling that the door closed. Releasing a breath, she quickly canvased the room and found yet another darkened area, this time behind a crate. She made herself comfortable on the floor behind it, careful to give herself room to make a hasty escape if necessary.
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Post by Sumaru on Feb 11, 2013 0:47:54 GMT
[OOC: thought should mention Overposting Approved]
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Post by Saul Moriah on Feb 19, 2013 15:54:30 GMT
A great hand of light arced over the muddle of bodies and unconscious men, coming from Saul's own hand unsurprisingly. He had thrust his arm forward, sending the elongated The hand reached over to the shuriken that the light-manipulator had purchased at a shop not too long ago, now laying in the blood and dirt. Carefully it was lifted and retrieved by the hand, which immediately returned to Saul to give him the shuriken. "Hmpf, he stole my kill." growled Saul as his view fell upon Rogan.
"I am done with the lot of you! Saul! Aiden! Let's go!" the captain cried out, speaking again to warn the marines of the doom that would consume them should they attack again. Saul was pissed off, as he despised playing chess with Rogan. The bet had become silly when both participants "cheated", but Saul could say nothing as he was the first to bend the rules. Cursing a plethoric rainbow of words, he sheathed his shuriken and returned it to his back, hopping onto the ship's mast with another single, mighty jump. Just as he landed with a light 'tap', his excellent vision spotted the newer crew member, Aiden, hauling that one poor bastard from earlier up the ramp. He looked up at Saul and called out to him, "Here's the guy you wanted! I'll just leave him here for ya." before he moved to another part of the ship. Saul's smile, malicious and acidic, returned. The man was unconscious, which prompted Saul to consider him a lucky fellow, in a strange way. Had he been awake, his impending slow death would have been much scarier.
Saul hopped over the edge of the Crow's nest, landing lightly in front of the unfortunate marine who was slowly beginning to stir. Easily lifting him by the back of his shirt with one hand, Saul threw the body over his shoulder and began to walk through the crowd of marines and marine-corpses. He liked to perform certain kills privately. Taking the marine with him, he walked towards the nearest building, a small tea shop, and kicked the door down. "Out you miserable pigs!" he roared to the patrons of the shop, prompting them to quickly evacuate the premises. Saul tossed the now semi-conscious marine into a chair, and moved into the shops single unisex bathroom. He took off his glasses and placed them on the sink, turning the tap to get the water running. He stuck his hands under the flow of water when he heard the chair fall over in the main room. "Aw shit." Saul muttered, putting his glasses on and moving out of the room to go and get an understanding of the reason a chair may have fallen. As the room came into view, he saw the chair that the marine had been sitting in was the oe that was knocked over, and the marine was in the corner of a room holding another chair up with the legs towards Saul. "S-s-st-st-stay back, d-d-d-d-demon!" he stuttered, evidently quite horrified at his current situation. Saul rolled his eyes and pointed at the man, sending a condensed ball of light into the chair. It was destroyed completely, and the marine was left holding two twigs of wood. Another two shots of light and the marine was bound to the walls by two straps, also made of light. Saul returned to the washroom and resumed washing his hands, ridding them of the blood from the earlier combat. He looked in the mirror and sighed, continuing to wash the blood off his arms, chest and face. Eventually, he was cleansed of all the stuff. Saul's captain was a blood user, and Saul was a murderer, but nobody liked being caked in blood. Once finished, he retuned his glasses to his face and opened the door to the room where the marine was being held. "Now then.." Saul whispered.
From outside, horrible screams of agony would echo endlessly over the docks. The ocean would shudder at the sound of the marine's slow death at the hands of a demon. It went on for five entire minutes before the screaming finally became a gurgle, and then a deadly silence. Suddenly, the lock on the door clicked and it swung open so that Saul could step out. He was absolutely covered in blood, and it dripped off his hands as he walked back to the ship. He said nothing, but descended into the lower deck's washroom.
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Post by Ninta D. Rogan on Feb 21, 2013 18:31:21 GMT
Rogan's walk was subtle and casual, but an air of dominance, a regal presence trailed from him to the marines. It was a magnanimous force to such as themselves but it wasn't like Saul, who struck undeniable fear into their hearts. The feeling that came off him was one to be respected and feared in a less bloodthirsty way. He was just behind Aiden, boarding the ship without so much as a sound, tuning out his new crewman's words as he took a moment to think. He panned around for a marveling moment, taking in his baby for what she was, 'This is what I like to call ...... freedom. And... All that we have on our journey to come is a legend to chase... And a vow to fulfill.'"Here's the guy you wanted! Ill just leave him here for ya." Aiden had went to drop the marine over to Saul. Rogan truly pitied the poor soul, he would've rather killed him himself then let his fate fall to the hands of one such as the Shining Demon. Rogan would have even raised his hand to stop Saul if he hadn't already denied him a kill earlier. The method of dealing with a man without morals was only able to be done with a 'give and take' approach. Besides, the killings haven't been as frequent as of late, maybe Rogan's dreams of saving his friend would come to pass. Even so, it would be a long time before they would be able to get to that point. The Demon took his prey and went off to deal with it in private. "Hey, Aiden.... Cover your ears. This man's suffering shouldn't be exploited by listening to his last cries of anguish... We owe him at least that." Sure enough, just before Rogan was able to get his hands on his ears there were blood-curdling screams, lasting minutes, until the unmistakable emptiness of utter quiet abruptly settled. A sad fate had befallen the young marine and there was little point of dwelling on it, even though Rogan did stare off into nothing for half a second. "Aiden, how well do you steer?" he said as he drew his blade, walking along the edge of the ship and admiring the shine of the finished wood. "Because I believe it's about that time to set sail, we have no reason to wait around and get attacked by more marines." A swift couple swings and the ropes that tied The Daughter to the docks were severed. Saul was already on board, as he passed by while Rogan was talking to Aiden. A slight sigh escaped his lips but he didn't have anything to actually say on the matter. He returned his sword to its home and strode over to the middle of the deck, and as he closed his eyes to let his mind race, the captain came across something very interesting. It was a bit of a shock, noticeable if anyone saw the way his eyes snapped open in surprise, "Haha.... What a pleasant surprise." A smug smirk was all he could manage as he thought of this new development. There was some real potential in the works with his new findings, thanks to his haki, 'Seems like we have a visitor on board... I'm excited to get well acquainted, maybe we got a better deal than we thought on this trip.'[ OOC: Topic End - Sry I took so long and it's out of order but I wanted Saul to post before I closed the topic. Obviously, now all our topics will be in the travel section since we've set sail but remember we don't have to all be in the same topics, just in case you want 1on1 character meetings and such Also, as soon as possible we are going after Smoker, for a quick easy morale/bounty boost (we have to do it fast though so we don't have to deal with competition). Anyways, I'm glad we can move on to bigger and better things, finally ]
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Post by Saul Moriah on Feb 21, 2013 19:30:18 GMT
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