"Get over yourselves." he groaned. They were all adults, they could go cold turkey for a few hours.

Kilik feigned annoyance as he turned inward. How were they supposed to eat and drink when they were piss poor? Again, his fault. Instead of earning the money necessary to cross the Grandline, he pushed his luck and jumped in blind, a mistake. It was frustrating. In hindsight he wasn't opposed to stealing, he had done it plenty of times before as a child. Raking his hand through his curly blue hair, he gazed at the busy port. As if it was gold, his eyes locked onto a ship, it was large, almost as large as Navy ship. Compared to the Erazor Djinn, it was diamond.

"Well, if its our only choice, lets start with something worth our while." he grinned as he pointed at the Argo. If they wanted to keep sailing the Grandline, they would need a working ship, and that would be it. Next would be food and drink. They were at a loss. Stealing again would be the only answer. "Steal what you need to, but lets try and keep a low profile, don't go telling the whole island." he mocked at the Erazor Djinn smashed into the port.

The sudden stop nearly threw Kilik of his feet, but after years of training, he was more that capable of regaining his balance. Launching himself onto the docks, he turned to gaze at the Argo, thier escape plan. He ignored the judgmental gaze of those around him and focused on the task at hand, finding something to eat. "Lets get this party started." he mumbled to himself as he examined the hull of the Argo, definitely a Navy ship.

"What'y guys think?" he called to his crew, referring to ship. Just as quickly, he lost interest, the smell of food quickly drawing him into the crowd.

Location:

• Open Sea

Interacting:

• @Renny
• @JmerlRobot
• @dragonmancer
• @bctheentity

Xerxes gave Dirk a knowing smile. He was quickly losing interest in the crews potential. Why was Rayne so interested in them again? They were so…boring. Maybe because they weren't screaming and licked in yellow flames, maybe then they would be more entertaining. He found this generation to be slightly less peppy and more lazy than the last, or so he heard. They had no heart, the only one that seemed to have any real ambition was Bogard, and even then he didn't seem ready to fight to get to that position.

"Look, I'm not training you because I have to, only became I have the obligation to." he emphasized the word 'obligation' in response to Bogard's last statement. "I personally don't want to train you, but Rayne is bent on paying back his dept and ensuring your survival. That's all thier is to it." he huffed as he lounged on his back.

It was a simple statement that carried alot for meaning for Rayne. Staring death in the eyes was no easy task, and now that he had come so close, he was determined to avoid it. Frankly, Xerxes didn't care. If he was killed in the heat of battle, then so be it, it was a worthy way to go out. He murdered with a vengeance fueled rage he didn't understand, but only killed those who stood in his way. He 'killed' Marines and other pirates, but 'murdered' the weak. Xerxes seemed to have and unbridled love for the strong, those who could prove to be a dominater on the battlefield was worthy of his full attention and strength. There was nothing to it.

"Whether it be loyalty or obligation, I'm here to make sure you survive to become King. Whatever ominous force that is backing you, can't carry you far if your still stuck in this state." he cooed as he played with a dense yellow flame that licked the tip of his finger. "We all have our goals. Mines is to kill that Vice Admiral. That fuels my rage and strengths me. Once you all find your fuel, especially you Dirk, you'll be taking your first step to becoming stronger. That simple." he breathed. Looking up at Dirk pointedly, he watched for any sign of change in the boy. Maybe thier was hope yet.

Interacting with: @LokiLeo789 @Rune_Alchemist

Locatin: Elfen Island

Altsoba gave his captain a look, that perfectly captured what Altsoba thought of his plan to keep a low profile. "Yeah, a pissed off, pathetic drunk, with wings and tattoos, and a perverted ninja, i'm sure they'll never notice us." Altsoba said, with intense sarcasm, before sighing, and looking at the town. "Doesn't seem especially busy though, so maybe I can make do." Altsoba turned to face Izusa, before sighing, he really didn't want to go shopping with someone as...excitable, as her.

"So yer gonna steal that ship? sounds good to me, seeing as how were boned with our current 'ship' just make sure the owners don't catch you." Altsoba said, in response to his captains interest in the Argo, before turning back to Izusa, exhaling as he removed his cigar. "Well, Pervert Ninja, guess were on supplies duty, lets try to keep the collateral damage lower than usual, because i'm way too sober to deal with beating the snot out of townsfolk."

Altsoba hopped off the mostly destroyed ship, checked to make sure that Icarus, in carpet form, was still on his back, and began to stroll into town. "At least I can still smoke.." he muttered, before taking out a new cigar, lit it, and exhaled several rings of smoke into the sky, continuing to walk, while getting a bit lost in thought. Maybe, just maybe, this'll go alright, I haven't really given the Pervert much of a chance, here's hoping she doesn't end up getting me killed, I ain't exactly happy, but I like life a lot more than death.

~Izusa Yukima~

@NachoBachoPacho@LokiLeo789

"Hehe, well, whatever you wanna do capitan, I'm behind ya 100%~" She said in regards to the ship. She didn't have any qualms with stealing anything herself, obviously. In fact, she thought about stealing her own ship quite often before she joined with Kilik. Too much hassle to do so by herself, and honestly she really didn't need too. It was easy enough to stowaway on someone else's ship, after all. Instead, she turned to Altsoba, walking after him.

"My, ye of little faith!~" She chuckled as she took the white mask off of her face, slipping it somewhere into her clothing. No need to advertise that while she was out here. Instead, she could have her fun with Altsoba. She stared at him with a Cheshire like grin as they walked. "If there's one thing I'm good at, its moving unnoticed. In fact, I'd say you'd be the one who should keep the collateral damage low. Or do I need to demonstrate how good I am at pilfering things that shouldn't be pilfered?~" She gave him a light poke on his nose, before picking up the pace, looking for a good place to steal from. The captain said no alcohol, or at least very little of it, and no stealing underwear. Easy enough to keep her mitts to herself, and easy enough to steal some supplies...among other things.

Really, she didn't know how useful Altsoba was gonna be in this situation since he didn't seem like he'd be good at stealing, so she'd probably end up using him as a distraction.

"If we do this right, we won't have to beat up anyone at all!~ in and out before they even know they even know they've been robbed blind! So, see any place that'd be good for getting some food from?~"

JACKAL VENTMAW

Interacting with:
@Renny
@JmerlRobot
@LokiLeo789
@BCTheEntity
@Tmitche23
@dragonmancer

I looked past the captain and towards the sea now, a bit dwelling in thought. I would get up from my respectful bow before continuing. "Obligation? I suppose thats the word that fits it. He is the only surviving member of our previous crew, aside from that treacherous captain who betrayed us. I won't dwell on it, but It isn't the first time I've lost a crew, so this is sort of my way of recovery. Without following Xerxes then I would perhaps be lost once again." I said my voice as distant as my ocean-gaze. "Albeit, his attitude and lack of morality can be frustrating. You on the other hand have a much less, wicked heart, from what I can tell. I do not require much other then to have a stable crew, or family if you will. So long as I have that, then I can surely serve in full to you so long as I am needed. It is the least I can do to repay you for freeing both me and Xerxes."

@Rune_Alchemist

Elfen Island

Altsoba took a couple puffs of his cigar, exhaling a smoke ring into the sky, before looking up into the heavens. I almost forgot I was dealing with an evil underwear thief, well, I guess now she can put her stealing to use, something that isn't taking my goddamn boxers. Altsoba exhaled, looking more defeated than usual. He turned around to face the thieving she-demon, while mentally writing down thieving she-demon, to remember for later, he was about to say something, before she poked his nose. His frown somehow deepened, which make him look silly, as if he was pouting.

"I guess you are the expert.." Altsoba said in a resigned voice, before taking the rug off his back, and throwing it like a projectile towards a tree, luckily, the rug transformed into Icarus once again, it squawked, clearly upset with Altsoba's treatment of it, before landing on tree branch. "I don't see any place especially tantalizing to rob, so i'll have have Icarus look around to find us someplace we can rob, until then, I have been stuck on a ship for over a week, and I need to stretch my legs, you don't mind if we wander, do you?" Altsoba asked, while scratching his beard, and yawning. Before waiting for a reply, Altsoba began to trudge towards the town.

Icarus flew off, squawking, to do as it was told, and find the best locations to rob, the bird could not speak, but it could lead the two pirates to different locations, or it could lead them in the middle of the chaotic events that were already happening on the island, which it probably was going to do, because like its owner, Icarus was an ass.

The smell of food dragged Kilik away like a dog on a leash, assaulting his nostrils with tantalizing treats he knew he couldn't have. The pungent, aromatic blend of the infusion of different cheeses combined with the tangy, sweet smell of freshly cooked meat hits the olfactory senses with a blast of pleasant sensations. The feel of the warm, oily melted cheese on the tongue with excited the taste buds in a pleasing caress which has a lasting effect, was first in for most in his mind. The savoury tomato and the spicy meat created a perfect taste combination that leaved the mouth feeling revitalized and very satisfied. The doughy texture could compliment the exotic taste and complete the exciting and enthralling taste experience. 

All that from just a whiff of another mans breakfast. Kilik was in trouble. There is no way, I'm leaving this island, without filling my stomach. His thoughts ran wild and unrestrained, planing, forming, thinking. All he needed was one meal, and he would be fine . . . he sounded like a drug addict. He knew what he had to do.

Kilik had no qualms about stealing, his powers was a product of it, but it still wasn't right. Who was he to take when he was hungry? Soon, bustling streets left him in front of a restaurant, perfect. "The Valiant Angler." he read aloud, allowing the words to roll of his tongue with newfound familiarity. A stupid name. Despite his qualms about the name, if he wanted to eat somewhere, it would be here. So what was he going to do?

With the loud grumbling of his stomach distracting him, he decided against planning and kicked the door open, it went against tradition anyway.

Kilik had transformed into a whole 'nother being entirely over the course of two days. No longer was he his usual carefree, cheerful self. No. The Captain of the Djinn-13 had become a monster ready to explode. Word on the street had brought him to the town square, where he first hand, experienced the cruelty of Elfen Islands King. In a matter of seconds, he lost his appetite and was ready to rip the man apart with his bear hands. But something stopped him, quelled his rage for a few moments.

Kilik had managed to find him and his crew an inn near the palace, through simple means. People were willing to do anything when thier lives were up for ransom. Calling it a room was somewhat misleading. They ate and slept in it. That was all. Or at least the others did. Kilik remained unmoving, sitting near the window the whole time. In it stood a cheap bed that rocked when one leant on it, two old white chairs and a pair of thread-bare orange curtains that let the heat escape in winter as easily as if they were not there at all. The light bulb in the center of the room was bare and hung down on it's white wire, adding to the meager ambiance of the room..

His eyes were narrowed, rigid, cold, hard. His states had no greyscale, only the polar extremes existed. Every fiber of his being was focused on figuring out a way to kill that King. It was like a vexing of the soul for what he felt was not human, it was twisted and distorted but it was something strong. It burned so bad like fire lacing his veins and creeping up his spine, his skin was a sore looking red but all he could feel was desire; desire to hate. Kilik was intoxicated with emotion he had no intention of ever feeling, the acidity of it was residing in his stomach waiting to be spat out of his mouth in foul and vulgar words. Time flowed like his cement, and his patience was wearing thin. The others may have lacked the understanding to why he was so angry, but they must have seen the need to dispose of such a ruler.

For the the first time in two days, Kilik took to his feet, and turned to his crew, uttering words if pure malice, words that belonged to another; "I'm killing that king today. . ." he murmured, and with that, he made his way out the room. His mind had been made up, and nothing was changing that.

Anaru Kahurangi

@CannedBread @Ira

A Marine Ship, Headed to The Calm Belt.

Anaru looked at the sea, a jolly look on his face, despite his failure, and his injuries. "Well spoken, Vice Admiral, sir!" Anaru's voice boomed across the ship, as he let out a laugh. Anaru's back was covered in bandages, and several band aids were slapped onto Anaru's body, on random places, but all in all, he looked better than he should after his fight.

"And I couldn't agree more, I let pirates have their way twice already, there will not be a third time." Anaru said surprisingly quietly, in a very stern voice. ever since his second failure, he couldn't get the events of both the Conomi Islands, and Drum Island's prison out of his head, he needed to put those pirates in prison, or he'd never be at peace, even now he cringed just thinking about the men he lost for no good reason, the innocent people of the islands burning, and all that was for nothing, it was bad enough, knowing that all Anaru did was assist in the capture of two pirates, but those two pirates escaping, and another massive lost of innocent lives? Anaru could barely contain his grief.

"I do have one question, Vice Admiral Sir, its about Haki, I think I might need to learn it." Anaru looked up at the sky as he said this, perhaps this time, after sailing the calm belt, he'd finally grow strong enough to protect people, he'd finally be, Rock Solid.

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Altsoba

@Rune_Alchemist @LokiLeo789

Elfen Island

Altsoba was starting to get tired of his captain's frustration, sure, the king was horrible, and Altsoba wanted to put a bullet in his head badly, but the captain needed to act on it, or they'd never get anything done, besides, Altsoba was used to being the pissed off one, it was unnerving seeing his normally cheerful captain act so different.

Altsoba sat cross legged on the ground, smoking a cigar, and taking turns leering at his captain, and checking to make sure Izusa left his underwear alone. the Inn Kilik got wasn't great, but it was better than sleeping on the crap-ship, and that much Altsoba could appreciate. the previous days had gone better than expected, him and Izusa managed to steal enough supplies to keep them fed the past two days, and all in all, the island wasn't as much of a crap-fest, as he expected, until they saw the king of the island, Altsoba already hated rulers, but this guy had to be one of the worst out there, watching him mistreat his people, and realizing that the rebellion of the island, had already given up hope of truly surviving, and just accepted death after attempting to take down the corrupt rule, made bile rise into Altsoba's throat, and before he knew it, he was clutching the handle of his gun, it took all his willpower not to roast the king alive then and there.

Altsoba looked to his captain as he stood, raising one eyebrow, as Icarus landed on his shoulder, to give an annoying Squawk. hearing his captain declare that the king was going to die, brought a slight smirk to his face, before he quickly hid it. "About time you decided on it, do you have a plan? i'd rather not rush into a well guarded mansion without one, but i'll follow you regardless, captain." Altsoba put out his cigar, and slid on his coat, covered with hidden pockets containing dials, put on his belt, sword handle, gun, and all, and stood behind his captain.

Izusa Yukima

@NachoBachoPacho
@LokiLeo789

Honestly speaking? Izusa wanted blood. Specifically, the blood of the king of this island. She didn't like to think of herself as violent, but she loathed rulers and any who aspired to become anything remotely like a 'king'. Why? Simply put, anyone with any amount of power tended to let that power go to their heads. Corrupt, all of them. She may not be the most saintly person out there, but anyone who infringed upon someone else' personal freedoms in the way kings and queens usually did...well. She'd like nothing more than to kill them.

She was sitting on the bed when Kilik made his declaration.

"Heh, well, about time." She chuckled. She was about to get tired of it and was gonna go do something about him herself. "Breaking and entering won't be too difficult, especially with that flying carpet of yours. Wouldn't be my first time doing something like that while a commotion was happening~" She continued, giving Altsoba a sly smile. It should have been obvious as to what she was suggesting there, but if it wasn't she'd have to explain. She hoped they did though, she didn't feel like spelling out the whole idea she had.