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| Fugitivebush | Mar 11 2017, 07:24 AM Post #1 |
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Jaw Dropping Idiot
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Darius sat on the main topsail of some random ship that he snuck on. A jolly roger flew at the top of the main mast. However, Darius simply kicked his legs in the air. He looked out into the vast blue sea. He could see several miles from this height. "Man... you can really see everything from here," Darius said to himself. "I gotta get a bigger boat as soon as possible. I really need a crow's nest." Meanwhile, down below there were men surrounding the main mast. They started to look up the pole as they could see some young man sitting on their ship and they had no idea who he was. "Who the fuck is that?" "I don't know." "Did you see him get on our ship?" "What is he doing here?" They all murmured amongst themselves. One of them turned to the other. "Go get the Captain," he said. However, the murmuring got to a point to where even Darius could here it now. He looked down from his high throne. He saw everyone gathering below. He smiled, waving his hand. "Oh Hey Strangers! You got a nice view!" Darius said happily. "Who the fuck is this guy?" They said amongst themselves. One of them turned back to Darius to respond to him. "Where did you come from? How did you get on our boat?" He asked. "Oh, I found it while sailing. I just tied my dingy to the side of your boat and climbed aboard... I noticed how tall your mast was and I wanted to see the view," Darius explained. "Needed to get the layout of the sea. Can't read a map worth shit." "This guy must be stupid," Some muttered to themselves. "I see... will you come down and talk to us from down here, face to face?" the One asked. Darius scratched his head, looking a little disappointed. "I guess... but it's so nice up here. The view, the breeze, the-..." Darius said. "Please, just get down!" He said. Darius did as the man asked, moving over to the mast and grabbing onto it before sliding down. Once down, he would dust off his pants and turn to the man. He smiled wide. "Yo!" They all just sort of stared at him blankly. And not too shortly after that, someone would come up from behind him and whack him across the head with a metal pan. He stood there for a moment before falling face first to the deck, knocked out. "And that's how I got here," Darius explained to an older man chained to a wall in a dimly lit cell. Darius was shackled to the wall as well. "I-I see," the older man said. Darius smiled gleefully, blissfully ignorant of his position right now. "And you wanna be the Pirate Captain?" The older man asked. "Yup!" Darius replied with his smile. The older man bursted into a fit of laughter. He was eventually joined by several other laughters coming from a few other cells. Darius' smile faded quickly as he saw their mockery and laughter. A man came walking down the stairwell. In fact, it was the man who spoke to Darius on the deck a day ago. He came walking in banging on the cell bars. Everyone hushed their laughter, growing depressingly quiet. "Ey' Now! Quiet down! You're our slaves! Not sorority sisters!" He yelled. "Your dinner is gonna be served shortly, but if you keep belly aching, you might have to forgo a meal for a night. Got it?!" "Aye," everyone said depressingly including Darius. |
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| Hibiko | Mar 11 2017, 07:18 PM Post #2 |
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Self-Proclaimed Lazy Person
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In the meanwhile of Darius' troubles, another ship was sailing close to the slave masters'. From the looks of it, it was about as big as the troublemaker's own little dingy. Hell, it really barely looked any different than his. Same colors, same design and probably even the same builder. Truly, the cheapest of the cheapest, bought at a random shipyard for quick travel around the seas. Most usually, these kinds of naval vehicles are often only sold to the younger travellers who dream of setting sail onto the seas of the world without much preparation. One would think of the whole situation as kind of foolish on the buyers' part, others would believe those who sell such boats to be downright cruel. However, the young woman that was currently simply sitting on a chair that she had put on the boat's deck truly had no care in the world about her vessel. With a large smirk on her face, she simply stared at the ocean in front of her with a relaxed mood, her cat-like eyes beaming while her weapon, a large ninja star-like structure, was right by her side, simply lying on the deck besides her chair. "Aaaah, the ocean..." The tanned woman calmly mumbled to herself, excited to see what this voyage that she has decided to go on has for her. Finally, out with Karate Island and the South Blue! This East Blue felt so... relaxing, soothing. It wasn't like the hot temperatures of the South. No, here, it is just warm, a.k.a. the best temperature a person could ever hope to have. The winds were calm, the sky had small spots of white here and there within its clear pure blue sheet and the waters were thudding lightly against her ship without violence. Truly, this was perfect. The only thing that the woman would need to worry about is falling from her chair and end up in the sea. The woman herself? Ah. Yes, her name might be pretty important, now, huh? Especially when she isn't in a situation of life or death, simply lazily tensing down on her chair with her hands behind her head, displaying her downright mesmerizing body to the whole ocean surrounding her little dingy. As much as one would think of this woman to be completely kind and innocent, only but a wonder of laziness, they would be surprised to hear that this was the Graceful Feline of Karate Island herself, Mizuki Makkunouchi. A woman of the South Blue, she has decided to wander around the oceans in hopes for exciting adventures and calm voyages on the blue waters of the world, simply allowing the wind to guide her forward. Today has been rather uneventful. Though she had decided to wear her latex combat suit over a set of clothing mixing both leather and fur, almost looking more like scraps than anything else barely able to remain on her body, that was only but an accustom of hers. The most exciting thing she has done today is, really, just wander around the seas. She hasn't done much else, unfortunately. In a way, one would find this prospect to be ultimately boring... but Mizuki saw it as a relaxing way to re-energize herself and recover. However, though, as lazy as she seemed to be, she did not fail to notice the large ship that she was able to actually see in the distance. Blinking, the young woman lifted an eyebrow curiously, then slowly stood up, stretching herself. "Ah, a ship... I'd be weird if I don't present myself to them, hm...?" She told herself, then simply waited for the ship to near hers, crossing her arms. It was true that she was now starting to lack a little bit of clear water. Might as well ask them if they could share. Eventually, she would be in reach of the slave masters' eyes where she gave a light wave. "Hello! Mind if I spare you guys some water? I'm running a bit short here!" Mizuki asked out loud, smiling casually to them. However, as casual as she wanted to appear, it would be... well, not really normal for a man to not stop and simply stare at her. It's hard to not garner the attention of men when you are that beautiful, especially when, even when she once lived in the Wano Country back in the day, she was considered not one of , but the most beautiful women of the whole damn island. |
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| Fugitivebush | Mar 20 2017, 04:10 AM Post #3 |
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Jaw Dropping Idiot
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The Slave Master stood there after having yelled at the slaves down below deck. His eyes looked across the slaves that littered the cells before they landed on the clipboard in his hands. He started to look over a piece of paper, using a pencil to make some marks. Occasionally, he looked up at some of the slaves before looking back down at the board and making a mark. He went on to do this for a few minutes. However, the sound of someone coming aboard the deck threw his attention to the ceiling. He heard some talking. He looked quickly and fiercely around at the slaves. He stared at them with a dagger-like stare. "I don't want no more hootin' and hollerin' now, ya here?!" He reminded them all. "Now, shut up!" He turned around and started walking up back to the deck with a brisk pace. The slaves stayed silent for a moment before the old man sitting next to Darius turned back towards him. "So, a Pirate Captain, eh?" He asked. Darius looked back to the man with a curious expression on his face as if he was surprised that he was being talked to. He shook his head. "Yea..." Darius whispered. "Well... we were planning an escape, me and some of the guys down here," he explained. "They probably still have your... dingy as you call it. Since its only been a couple days since you arrived. We'll let you escape with us if we can use your boat, deal?" Darius' expression grew excited as he was included in on an escape plan. He tried to scoot closer to the man as if to discuss the plan in closer proximity with him, like a child might with a friend. However, the chains shackled to the wall and to his wrists halted him from moving much further. However, he leaned in closer towards the older man. "Oooh!~ I love a plan! I totally wanna escape! I need to be the Pirate King!" Darius said aloud. Some of the slaves immediately let out a slight chuckle, trying to contain their bursting laughter. Even, the older man next to Darius tried to hold in a laugh only to let out a chuckle. "Sounds... like a plan, then," He said. "What's your name, kid?" He asked. "I'm Darius. Pleased to meet you," Darius introduced himself. Meanwhile back on deck, a woman stood on the deck. She approached a slave master asking about getting some fresh water, having been fresh out. The man turned around from his conversation with a fellow crewmate. Not once but twice now did some random sailor climb aboard their ship and start talking to them so casually. Some of the lower ranked crewmembers were flabbergasted, especially because of who these randos decided to bother. The slave master was a little confused by this woman's sudden appearance and what made matters worse was she was so good looking that it made it hard to talk to this woman. He couldn't help but stare at her luscious ti- hoohoos. "Uh... uhm, so you want our water?" He asked. "Well... uhm, I think I'll have to... well, uhm, ask someone about that," he said. Just as he said that, the slave master coming up from below deck arrived and saw the other master looking around nervously. The master who just arrived seemed to not being taken in by how beautiful the woman was, and more so angry instead of flustered that yet another person boarded their ship without permission. He walked up to the bamboozled master. He grabbed him by the shoulders, facing him around. "What's going on here, Ron? I was busy with the slaves below deck," He said. "Why do I hear people coming aboard our ship again?" He asked Ron. Ron looked at him, nervous. "W-Well... S-She wanted some... water," He said. "Water? Water?!" the slave master shouted. The slave master turned to the woman. He looked pissed as fuck. "No, you can't have our water! Get the fuck off of our boat, you fucking wench!" He shouted. He turned back to Ron. "If you see someone board our ship again, don't just casually speak to them. Fucking knock em out and toss them overboard. Jesus! Why do I have to be the mediator every fucking time?!" He yelled. The slave master turned away from Ron as he walked back towards the stairs to head below deck. |
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| Singapore Sling | Mar 21 2017, 03:04 AM Post #4 |
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Reo watched as the slave master stormed back up the steps of the ship. It was kinda pitiful actually, the slave master seemed like he wanted to be feared more than he actually was. Maybe it was because he was one of the weaker slavers in the East Blue. While Reo had never prided himself on running a large slaving gig, his operations were certainly smaller than this, he had met with some of the better ones before when he caught a fishman once and they always had a tight grip on things. Perhaps he just started...doesn't know the ropes yet... Reo mused, looking around at the cells. He would've been meditating but between the uncomfortable nature of his own cell and the kid next to him bantering about pirates he couldn't focus. Though, in hindsight, maybe getting one of the slavers' men to drown wasn't the greatest way to haggle the price of someone. If only he could scout out the ship with his soul, he could figure how to escape. He had only done it a few times since he had found out about the devil fruit he had eaten but in the few times he had it had proved to be incredibly helpful. However he needed to focus in order to do it and the two next to him just wouldn't stop talking. 'I need to be Pirate King!' Some of the other slaves chuckled at the kid's proclamation which was probably the most appropriate response. It was like saying you wanted to be king of the world, it just wasn't going to happen. Though in Reo's case the announcement was more pathetic than funny. "Do you shit gold too? Cause that's just as likely as becoming the fucking Pirate King," Reo said, resting his head on the wall behind him. "You should get out of here and actually do something with your life. Work, steal, fuck, I dont know. You're just gonna get yourself killed with that Pirate King nonsense." |
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| Hibiko | Mar 22 2017, 12:56 AM Post #5 |
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Self-Proclaimed Lazy Person
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It did not took long for the man that Mizuki spoke to to raise his voice towards her; after all, she had of course gotten his attention pretty easily. However, the answer that she got about her previous question was rather disappointing: instead of accepting right away like a good old chap, the man instead babbled almost incoherently, stunned by her physical appearance, then told her that he would have to ask someone else. In all honesty, the tanned woman had thought that the man was actually the one in charge. Crossing her arms, she would smile, then shrug. "Of course, my dear. I don't want your entire water supply. I would say... about enough to sustain about a day or two of travel. I'm planning to-" She would stop talking as, suddenly, another man arrived on deck, coming from the lower quarters of the ship. By the contrary of most of the people on the ship, this one seemed... far more rude than all of the others combined, unaffected by Mizuki's beauty, instead seeming much, much more angry than anything else. Approaching the man the Wanoite talked to, this particular person would then grab him by the shoulders, asking the man (who was apparently called Ron) why another person had gone on their ship, telling him that he was busy with the slaves below deck. The mention of the presence of slaves on the ship made Mizuki quirk an eyebrow in curiosity. It was an unexpected and a disappointing revelation. She was quite surprised to hear that, like in the Wano Country, there were slaves here too, in the Blues. Disappointment, though, was not able to bring any anger to the woman as she instead smirk and asked. "Slaves? Huh. Interesting." She would keep her smirk during the entire burnout the other slave master went through while she shouted at her, calling her a wrench and then telling Ron that, if he ever sees another person go on their ship without permission, he should knock him or her out and throw the body overboard. She simply chuckled, definitely unable to feel intimidated by the slave master, then spoke: "Now, now. I came here for water... but that doesn't mean that I am not interested in acquiring any slaves. In fact, this is a great surprise for me: I was planning to buy one very soon." The tanned woman would go on, following the slave master behind before stopping at a safe distance. Unbeknownst to the man, Mizuki was nowhere near telling the truth here: all she was doing was acting everything out accordingly to make sure he would be fooled by her sayings and antics. "I got to admit that my appearance may have seemed a bit impolite. I'm sorry for that. Next time, I will try to be a little more formal. My name is Krystal. Like I previously mentioned, I'm interested in buying a slave. May you show me your wares?" Nothing seemed to tell the woman was lying. Though she was previously insulted by the slave master with utmost rudeness, she kept a soft smile on her face. It did not seem fake nor playful, and her cat-like eyes were calm too along with her entire composure. The only way one would be able to see through her play would be to identify the weapon on her back, which none, as of now, have been able to do ever since she started living here in the Blues. |
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| Fugitivebush | Mar 31 2017, 01:59 AM Post #6 |
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Jaw Dropping Idiot
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A stern condescending voice came from right next to Darius. They spoke harshly about Darius' proclomation. That being the Pirate King was a silly goal, an endless one. He even went on to suggest a new future profession for young Darius. Darius turned around to look at the guy. He seemed a little older than he was, but perhaps just as wild as him. Darius didn't really care for the way he talked to him, but what could he do about it here? He was chained to the wall like every other poor fucker here. He sighed. "Well, then go be some ambitionless fuck somewhere else," Darius said to the guy. "I wanna get outta here and be great!" He turned back around to the older fellow. "So, what's your plan on getting out of these chains?" Darius asked the old man. "Well... you see, Paul, over there?" The older man asked. Darius peeked across the hall to the cell across from theirs. There was some guy who's head was shaved and looked a little punk. He also seemed a little fishy. He sort of waved his hand as the older man mentioned him. Darius looked back to the older man with his eyebrow perked. "Him?" Darius said, nodding to Paul. The old man smiled as if he was hoping Darius saw what Paul did. "Yea," he said. "The guy out of the chains..." Darius said. The smile drifted from the old man's face, a little confused by Darius' density. "Y-Yea..." he said again. Darius looked back over to Paul, confused. Paul waved his hand once more before hiding it behind his body again to make it look like he was still chained up. Darius looked back to the older man. "I don't get it. How is he gonna help us get out?" The older man fell quiet. Darius thought for a second. "Dude," Paul said. Darius' face was filled with color and life all of a sudden. "Oh, Shit!" Darius said. "Yea! You see now? Once the slave masters come back, he's gonna continue checking our cells and making sure we're all good. When he checks Paul's cells, he is gonna beat the master up a bit and steal his keys to unlock the rest of us," the older man explained. "Oh, I see! Sweet! Sounds like a plan!" Darius said. "Yep! Then we take your boat and sail away!" he added. Meanwhile, back on the deck, the slave master from below the deck had went marching back towards the door to return to checking the slaves. However, the woman started to talk and she picked her words so carefully to the point that heads turned. The slave master stopped in his tracks. She wanted to buy some slaves. He looked over his shoulder at her. He looked back to his clipboard quickly, going through the list and grooming his goatee to look more presentable as a good businessman would. He turned around with a spin with the largest grin on his face that one could muster. "Well... Ma'dam... Why didn't you say so? If you are looking for slaves, then you have come to the right place," he said. He stepped closer, walking back up towards Ron. Getting in front of her, he extended his hand. "Name's Golden-Eye Wilson," Wilson said. "Wanna know why? Cause I have a golden tooth," He said, widening his grin to show off his tooth which had nothing to do with the eye in his nickname but the gold plastered onto the tooth. He went straight into business, leaning back into a professional stance. "We were on our way to a nearby island to auction off some of our slaves. No women at the moment. One fishman, but that's about as interesting as they get," Wilson said. "But that shouldn't be a problem for you. Unless you're into chicks. However, we usually don't sell slaves privately like this unless you're someone with a lot of wealth," he explained. "It's usually against our bosses policy, but... I like you. You're tenacious. Coming up on my boat all confident and shit," Wilson said. "Lemme show you my stock. Downstairs. I insist." |
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| Hibiko | Apr 7 2017, 01:16 AM Post #7 |
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It was once Mizuki noticed every single head turn towards her position that she would slowly start laughing within her mental consciousness. Of course, once you start talking about buying someone's wares, that certain someone will definitely gain a lot more interest in talking to you. As the common men say, money is the purest of distraction for the greedy: it only takes but a sheer lie about your own wealth to get yourself some attention from the greediest of all. Though it was indeed true that Mizuki had a lot of money, she had no intention of buying any of the slaves that were currently positioned underneath the deck of this ship. In fact, she was more curious than anything else, wanting to take a look at what the slaves of the Blues truly could be. It is not going to be an enjoyable time, but she could learn something out of it. Truthfully, however, it was rather comical to see the man that just previously insulted and downright threatened her suddenly become so kind and welcoming in all but barely even a minute. Once the man presented himself as Golden-Eye Wilson (despite his nickname not even fitting the reasoning behind it) and smiled to show Mizuki his golden tooth, she would stare at it with that same perpetual smile on her face and a hand on her chin, feigning to look impressed. In reality, she thought of the man to only be but a funny one. She did not think of him as a fool nor as an idiot... but she definitely considered to be of the special kind. Whether that is to be considered as a compliment or an insult is to be interpreted by whoever happens to hear her current thoughts, which, really, is no one that currently is near her. The man then straight to business, talking about how they were apparently heading towards current slave auctions on a nearby island. Hearing this, Mizuki gained slight interest. In fact, it was just enough interest for her to ignore his talk about the stock. Whatever that island was, perhaps she could gain some information to try and take a gamble at whether or not she could deliver the slaves from over there. Why not, really? It could be fun. The ocean may be relaxing, but relaxation isn't always exciting. It was then that the man precised that, usually, the most people who do such private businesses are usually those with a lot of wealth, and that, usually, it was against his bosses' policies to do so. However, Mizuki was glad to hear that the man currently found her just tenacious and courageous enough to allow her to do such "business" without too much trouble. As he guided her downstairs towards the basement, she would smile softly and follow behind him, looking pleased. "Why, I'll be glad to do so." It was tempting, really, to hear about this supposed "island". She had two choices in front of her: either she simply gets rid of the slave master and deliver all of the slaves... or she waits for the perfect moment on the island to do so. Though this Wilson looked tough, she was confident enough about her skills to know that she would beat him quite easily without even needing to use her weapon. It would be the other men that would perhaps cause trouble against her. "Perhaps" is the keyword here. If she succeeds in the liberation of the slaves, all of these men would simply be overrun. She would also gain a rather tempting number of allies. Hm... What to do... What to do...? |
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| Fugitivebush | Apr 7 2017, 06:04 AM Post #8 |
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Wilson lead Mizuki downstairs, chatting along the way. It was always good practice to get to know your potential clients. Every businessman knows this. "So, what was your name again?" Wilson asked rather sweetly as if he could taste the hard cash. "Why are you interested in buying a few slaves? Need some work done? We don't get many pretty little things asking for slaves around here," he continued to speak. "How much were you looking to pay for one of our slaves?" Wilson asked, leaning towards Mizuki as if to pay close attention to her price. It would probably be wise of her to let him hear what he wants to hear if she was planning something against him. Wilson continued to walk down the stairs as they got closer and closer to the slave cells. Darius sort of sat there anxious about the plan. His mind was racing a mile a minute while the others tried to play it cool. They could hear floorboards creaking above towards the stairwell and down the stairs. Filled with anxiety now, Darius turned to Paul. "So, Paul... How did you get out of your cuffs?" Darius asked excitedly. Paul chuckled, saying nothing more. The older man next to Darius nudged him. "Yo, boy. Be cool," he said. "The slave master is coming. It won't matter how he got out because we'll all be out." Darius looked at the older man. He nodded agreeing with him. He tried to calm down, but it really was no use. He was just so excited. He always liked when a plan came together. This was like a fun adventure. He looked back to Paul. "So, hey Paul. If you tell me how to get out of the cuffs, I can help you beat the crap out of the guy. What do you say?" Darius asked. The older man looked at Darius concerned that he might blow the whole plan. Paul chuckled, looking over to the older man a little worried as well. Paul looked over to Darius. "You'll get some shots in after we release everyone. Don't worry. You'll get to have some fun, guy," Paul said calmly. "It's Darius actually, and that sounds awesome and all, but I think it would be better if I could help... beat the guy up too, ya know?" Darius said. "Uh, Darius... just follow the plan. It'll work. You can punch some other guy upstairs on the deck later," the older man next to Darius said. Darius looked to him. "Right, yea... but, I really really really wanna punch this guy though," Darius responded. "Well, that's not the plan..." Paul said. "But, pleas-..." The door slammed open. Wilson came walking with a giant grin on his face. It shut Darius right up. It shut everyone right up, especially Paul who was about to blow his lid from Darius' incessant begging. Wilson was glowing. Nobody was sure if it was because he was about to make money or the gorgeous girl behind him. He was blushing, but once again, some of the slaves have seen him blush over much much less. It could of been all about the money. Wilson stood in the middle of the hallway with cells along the side of him. "Well, howdy do, boys? We have a guest in our presence, so let's all be a bit polite and give our greetings to the nice lady," Wilson asked the slaves to do. The crowd sort of murmured their greetings. Darius just sort of stayed quiet, not really saying anything. He paid attention to Wilson, but he was also watching Mizuki. His eyes gazed across her body down to her hips as if he was checking her out in a more sexual way. However, he was thinking about the escape plan. He noted some weapons on her and if she really wanted to buy slaves, she wouldn't let them uprise against their conqueror. Change of plans it seems. Darius thought. Darius looked over to Paul, hoping he would have noticed the situation change. However, while Darius was feigning interest in the woman's body, Paul was very much lusting over it. He was probably one of the more louder "Hi's" that she got the first time. Wilson tapped his first. His face got visually angry, steaming red. "I said... GREET THE DAMN WOMAN! SHE MAY FUCKING BUY YOU FUCKING LOT!" He yelled. And immediately, mostly every slave in every cell yelled like soldiers a very fine greeting to Mizuki. Even Darius managed to do it, to which he promptly felt his throat a little confused about what came over him. Wilson smiled again. "There, that wasn't so hard," he said. Wilson turned around to Mizuki. He gestured over to a cell. "Lemme show you some of our stock, please," Wilson said. He walked a short few paces over to a cell door, taking out a key and opening it. However, the door that he was opening wasn't what was expected. Darius' eyes went wide as Wilson stepped into his own cell with Mizuki right behind him. |
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| Hibiko | Apr 8 2017, 02:59 AM Post #9 |
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As she followed Wilson downstairs towards the basement below deck, Mizuki would simply chat alongside the Golden-Eye, keeping her friendly facade as much as she possibly could. It wasn't as if doing so was that big of a deal. She has done for many, many years, maintaining her composure and keeping her distaste for quite a lot of things away from the public eye. The problem was that, the more she talked the man, the more her mind seemed to grow sharp. She found him annoying and terribly un-fun, the kind of person you would not want to hang around with. Still, the slight hate he had for the man was unable to make her relatively close to consider using violence on him. There was no point to it. Even if the man is a master of slaves that sells them like pure merchandise, there is no real reason to attack him just yet. Yes, even his snake-like attitude and his clumsy ways to get her money out of her pockets for his inventory were not enough to make her become violent. For now, she'll simply remain as is: calm and collected. Thus, once the man asked for her name once more and some more other questions, she gladly replied with that same soft smile harbouring her face: "Krystal, my dear. As for my interest in the buying of slaves... Well, you see, this is not my first purchase. In fact, this is actually the fifth one I am planning to purchase. Household cleaning is one of the very first needs for them, but I also use them for... other things. Other, more personal things." She teased, using her beauty as a tool with much ease. Needless to say, none of the things she just said were remotely close to the truth about her experience in slaves. She never had any of them before, instead simply having used servants and proteges during her time with the Makkunouchi back in the Wano Country. But that was a very long time ago, and it was a time where she was foolish and ignorant. And so, at the moment, Mizuki had no true want for slaves. But that did not mean that she couldn't give some slaves the choice of freeing themselves from their torment. Wilson then asked for what kind of price she was currently looking for one of his slaves. Hearing this, Mizuki put her hand on her chin, acting as if she was currently thinking about it. She then answered with a smile on her face: "Oh, any price will do, my dear... Any price." Eventually, she and Wilson both finally reached the slave cells. As the latter went on with his rather rude orders, the woman would start to look around and inspect every single slave there was. Like Wilson had previously mentioned, they were all but men. None of them were female. They were also all Human, with only one exception being a Fishman, just like Golden-Eye had told her. In her eyes, none of these men should be here. They should instead be living their lives outside of this place and live amongst their kin as friends and family. Have fun, to put it bluntly. This place looked... boring. So boring. She would have probably gone extremely bored after about a day of waiting in these cells, even with someone to chat with. Wilson then guided her inside one of the cells while she ignored most of the men that lusted over her body, having grown accustomed to the eyes of lustful people. The cell that they entered was owned by a rather fresh-looking slave. He seemed surprisingly well-fit and young. As Mizuki entered the cell alongside her guide with a natural sway in her movements (the same she always used ever since her teenage years), she put her hand on her chin, staring at him with interest. "Hm... Interesting... What is his name?" She asked Wilson, smiling at him, as always. However, she was now truly curious about this man's case. Who was he? He seemed fairly new unlike most of the other slaves. In fact... it almost seemed as though he was taken here only but hours ago. But that would be impossible, right? They are in the middle of the sea. Surely, they can't just have taken some random guy off the sea to make him a slave. |
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| Fugitivebush | Apr 8 2017, 06:20 AM Post #10 |
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Wilson walked into Darius' cell with the female buyer behind him. His smile was from cheek to cheek. Money was on his mind and she was probably feeding him lines about how interested she was. Darius just sat there. His eyes paced back and forth from the older man to Paul, trying to figure out what to do. What was the new plan now that the slave master decided to go into a different cell? He wanted to act in Paul's place after all. Fight the slave master like Paul was going to do. And it seemed like he might, as the female buyer took interest in him, pointing a finger at him to let Wilson know. She spoke of interest asking for Darius' name. Naturally, Darius spoke up to introduce himself. "Da-..." he started to speak before Wilson frowned, reacting quickly. He smashed Darius' head against the wall to shut him up and looked to Mizuki. His smile had returned to his face. "This one? I believe he called himself Darius. He is a funny one," Wilson explained, chuckling a bit. "He is a self-proclaimed 'pirate captain'. We found this fucker sitting atop of our main mast randomly enjoying the sight of the East Blue." "Truly a dumb one to wander onto a slaver's ship, but I'm sure he is good for something. However, he ain't worth much, not like that fishman," Wilson said, trying to sell the fishman. "But if you're insistent, he is probably good for a shag or two." Recovering from the blow to the head, Darius held his head low. Blood dripped down from his forehead. His eyes gazed upwards with evil intent. He looked pissed now. You could see it in his face. There was nothing he could do about it. He was chained to the wall. However, Wilson was looking at him. He probably wouldn't let a slave look at him like such. However, Wilson was busy tending to Mizuki, hoping to start striking a deal of some sorts or show her the fishman. Hoping Wilson would stay turned around, Darius looked up to Mizuki. He was praying she was a Saint of some sorts and that she wasn't really after any slaves. It would be a miracle, but she didn't look like some big whig who bought slaves for sport. She looked like the big whig's guard if anything, but without the big whig here to guard, she looked less like a slaver. Darius opened his mouth, mouthing words that he hoped she could put together. Break. Me. Out. While mouthing that, Darius held his fingers down near his hips, out in the open to see. He rubbed them together to indicate money, that he would pay her to break him out. If she could piece this all together, then maybe, he could break out of this predicament that he got himself in. |
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| Hibiko | Apr 8 2017, 03:43 PM Post #11 |
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Admittedly, Mizuki did not like what Wilson just did to the slave that just simply tried to introduce himself. Though she had indeed asked for his name to Wilson, she would have clearly not be bothered by the young man simply just telling his name for her instead. So, once the Golden-Eye suddenly went ahead and downright smashed Darius's head into the wall behind him, her eyebrow ticked. It was a relatively small reflex of pure and utter disappointment coming from her mind, but, other than that, she kept herself clear of the matter, simply standing there with her smile still on her face. However, as much as she wanted to do so... her cat-like eyes were not having it that way. They had already grown slither, angry and violent, piercing the dark and heading straight towards Wilson's own eyes and despicable smile. Even though she smiled back at him, none of the softness that she was previously showing off was there anymore. Instead, it was as if Wilson had grown much too close to a cobra, which was ready to strike at any moment. Once he started explaining Darius' case, her emotions only worsened. A funny one, a self-proclaimed Pirate Captain... who was simply sitting atop their main mast. That was it. That was the only reason behind his imprisonment and what could literally destroy somebody's life. She stared at Wilson for a moment, still keeping that same smile, then commented, crossing her arms as she stared back at Darius bleeding face: "Now, now... The boy looks healthy and well-fit. He is definitely great material for servitude. However... now that you have gone and caused him such injuries, I will ask for a discount. I am not paying full for broken goods." The tone in her voice was firm. It was as if, suddenly, she had turned from a normal bystander (of incredible beauty, nonetheless) to some sort of high-class individual with a great political influence. She then turned her head towards all the slaves, then back to Wilson. She did notice Darius and his gestures from the corner of the eye, but she paid no attention to it, already understanding what he wanted to do. "All of this slaves... given what you just did, they must have suffered as much physical trauma as this young one did. Perhaps they have suffered even more than he ever did. All the slave markets I have gone too had merchandise that were all taken care of very well... and your refusal to share clear water with me means that you do not even have enough to rectify the thirst of all of these men." It was the smile that was kept during her speech that made things all but worse. It was not a friendly smile. It was the kind of smile you would see on someone moments before he or she is about to get rid of you for good. It harboured no softness, no friendliness and no mercy... only a cruel and violent sentiment. And it would be the last thing Golden-Eye Wilson would witness for today, for it was then that the snake finally bit. It happened quickly. It was not the kind of speed you would see on a normal person and not the kind of moves that would be able to put off a man as big as Wilson with so much ease. Three hits would be enough to put him down if he did not see the incoming hits and properly defended himself against it. The first hit was directly against the behind of his left leg, of which she had done so by crouching quite quickly, then smashing her nails directly into it in a snake-bite-like motion, like how most martial art masters would do. The accuracy behind the motion was impressive. If if hits properly, Wilson would not feel too much damage, but he would feel as though his leg has suddenly gone numb, like it couldn't be used anymore. Then, the second hit would come once he started falling. This one was directly aimed for the side of his neck and with the same speed, accuracy and motion as the earlier move. If this one lands, Wilson will immediately feel a part of the insides of his neck instantly break, the tanned woman having used a weak-point to destroy the very top of his spinal cord. At the end of it all, the result would leave him completely paralyzed without advanced medical attention. Finally, Wilson would end on the floor if everything was executed properly, and it would be at that moment that Mizuki would then finish him with a direct downward kick towards his right temple. The hit would be strong enough to force him onto unconsciousness. With such speed, the man would have not gotten the time to even scream properly. The best he could do would have been to gargle his pain. Edited by Hibiko, Apr 8 2017, 03:44 PM.
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| Singapore Sling | Apr 8 2017, 03:46 PM Post #12 |
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Reo snorted at the kid's retort but didn't reply. He had offered his advice, if the kid didn't take it then that was his fault. The kid went back to planning an escape with the man in his cell, apparently one of the other cellmates had freed himself of his bindings. Perhaps Reo could take advantage of the chaos if they pulled off right...though they would have to fight through the slaver's crew. As he sat there listening in to the kid one of the slavers came down with a woman. The man yelled at the slaves to act nice as apparently she was a buyer. Strange to say the least, but at least this plan of the kid's friend could happen sooner than Reo thought. But instead of going into the cell with the freed man as planned, they entered the kid's cell next to him instead. Goddamit....wait, what is he doing? As the woman, Krystal if the slaver said her name right, looked over the kid and the old man Reo noticed the kid mouthing to the woman. How the kid, well Darius, could try something after a head smash like that was surprising to Reo. Darius seemed to be stronger than Reo first assumed but he couldn't do this by himself. Maybe he could separate the slaver and woman somehow, at least distract the slaver, so the kid could talk to the woman without arousing suspicion in the slaver. However it seemed the woman had a problem with the slaver as well. She seemed to glare at the slaver before attacking him savagely. Maybe she was mad about what the slaver did to Darius. Holy shit! Reo though, backing up a little bit in his cell. He didn't want to get hit by a wayward attack. Edited by Singapore Sling, Apr 8 2017, 03:52 PM.
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| Fugitivebush | Apr 8 2017, 06:53 PM Post #13 |
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Darius watched as the woman quickly attacked Wilson with three strikes. This happened after she gave a speech about the treatment of his slaves and asking for discount for Darius. Wilson fell to the floor and with a final kick to the skull, he fell unconscious. Darius chuckled at Mizuki's fantastic display of combat. He simply uttered. "Nice," Darius said. Maybe she might take it as sarcasm, but it certainly wasn't. He was happy Wilson was dealt with and that the lady wasn't an enemy. He quickly began to continue his escape with no others words or thoughts to it. He let his body sink down to the floor as his arms continued to be chained to the wall. He tried to extend his legs as far out as he could make them go while still being chained to the wall. Getting close enough to kick Wilson, Darius threw his leg at Wilson's pocket to try to nudge the keys for his shackles out. All the meanwhile, he continued to talk to the girl. "So... Thanks for that. That was pretty amazing. I owe ya one," Darius said, focusing intently on using his leg to nudge the keys out of Wilson's pocket. "And not that this is any good form of payment, because its, quite the opposite, but you should join my pirate crew. I could use another strong fight like myself." He said looking up at the woman with a sudden cheesy smile. However, Darius quickly returned to his hardy attempt to get the keys. His tongue in his cheek, almost biting it. "Should be pretty fun! I'm a pretty nice Captain if I do say so myself," Darius said. "And hey, we can still shag since I owe you for this. He wasn't wrong. I am a decent shag," he added. Darius turned to the other guy who was mocking him before. "Hey, mind if you help me here? No one is gonna get out of these cuffs if we don't get the keys out of the guy's pocket," Darius spoke to Reo. |
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| Hibiko | Apr 9 2017, 12:14 AM Post #14 |
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And, just like that, Wilson was now gone. Once he wakes up from his slumber, he will never be able to move as he once did. Well, that is unless he decides to pay for expert doctors to fix his back, which would cost more than his actual annual slave master salary, that's for sure. Once she as done with the Golden-Eye, Mizuki would simply stare at his body on the floor in silence, then simply smirk. "Hmph. I was expecting more. I guess he was not a fighter after all... A pity." She then turned her head towards the slaves as they all seemed downright shocked by what just happened. The most of them couldn't even believe that Wilson, the one who has been terrorizing them for so long, has gone down so quickly without as much as an ounce of effort from Mizuki. It took some time for them to realize the current situation in a state of emotional freeze, staring at the tanned woman in complete disbelief. They even let Darius, the goofball of the entire ship, talk, which was quite the surprise given how annoyed they previously were with his childish behaviour. Surprised about said behaviour, however, Mizuki turned her head towards Darius and simply stared at him, listening to all the ramble and the talk about being a Pirate Captain. Hm...? A Pirate Captain? Here, chained and branded as a slave? Given his childish behaviour, the tanned woman quickly thought, for the moment, that the most of these claims were downright false, but she did find the man's personality to be a little amusing. Maybe even a little cute, too. He even offered her to join his pirate crew. To that, she would simply chuckle and reply to him: "Hm, a Pirate crew, huh...? I like the offer, but I do not really think of myself as that kind of person. I do admit that it could be pretty fun, however... Hm..." As she feigned to think of this seriously, which was a little bit comical, she soon noticed that Darius had been truing to get the keys out of Wilson's pockets. Blinking, she would simply smirk as he went on and asked another chained inmate to grab the keys for him while she was simply standing near the body, then put her hands on her waists, shaking her head in a soft manner: "Oh, please, Darius, you could have simply asked..." She grabbed the keys from Wilson's pocket, then went on to unlock Darius' shackles before doing the same with the rest of the slaves. Yes, even the Fishman. Eventually, all of the slaves were out of their cells while Mizuki, her, was crossing her arms with a beaming smile. "Ah, that's a much better sight to see!" The tanned woman then stretched herself before continuing to talk: "So, well... You can now consider yourselves to be free. There are still men on the deck, but, given that you are now all unchained, I doubt they will cause ourselves too much trouble." She then recalled: "Now, however, I did hear that there was something about an auction on a certain island. I do not know what this island could possibly be given that our dear Wilson did not tell me... Maybe it could be fun to liberate more slaves, don't you think?" She asked, keeping that same smile all the time. She was... probably being a little too excited about having fun at a slave auction, of all things, but, at least, it didn't seemed as though she wanted to buy any of the slaves around here. |
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| Singapore Sling | Apr 10 2017, 04:51 AM Post #15 |
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Reo looked confused at Darius as he asked to help him get the keys. He was bound himself, he could barely reach into the cage let alone the man's pockets. Thankfully the woman had some sense and took them herself before freeing all of them. Once freed of his shackles Reo gave his wrists a good rub, as they were sore from the metal wrapped around them for such a long while. "Finally, I was getting stiff sitting in that thing..." Reo said, stretching out his arms. The woman then stated how she wanted to crash the slave auction that the slave ship was heading to. "You're gonna have a rough time, if you ask me." Reo said, finished with stretching his arms, "I've been to one or two myself, and it ain't no picnic. Not all the slavers there are as idiotic as these guys, and if it's a big one then just about every guy in East Blue with a slave will be there. Not to mention one or two from the Grand Line if luck's got something against you." One of the freed slaves glared at him, and Reo recognized him as the slave he was originally going to sell to the slaver crew before negotiations went south. He wouldn't have many allies among the freed slaves it seemed. "Though...I wouldn't mind trying to get out of the business myself, and crashing a slave auction seems like the best way to do it." Reo said, awkwardly smiling at his former slave but only getting a icy stare, "We're gonna need a few more than two people though if you wanna do it lady." |
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