DSquiggs

Apocalypse? Okay!

After the red mist settled and the streak of light faded, Kritz stared wide-eyed at the bandit. He was lifeless, an instantaneous death that robbed the blood painted gauntlet of a new, fresh host. Back when Kritz was new to the whole, bound to an object thing, he once tried possessing a dead body. The effort was found to be quite exhausting, as constant maintenance was required to keep the host alive. Having been in a dormant state for so long, the energy required to maintain this large hunk of a bandit was out of reach. Not that he could have possessed him anyways after what had just happened. The crescent light that Kritz knew was meant for him, had struck the sorry bandit and rendered the vessel useless to him. He tilted his head to gaze beyond the other bandits. Sunumi, looking as pissed as always, stood at the exit, huffing and puffing his way as she lowered her glowing shield. Kritz smiled in all the excitement.

"Now, Sunumi," he joked. "I know you love to hate me and all, but," Kritz let the limp bandit slide off of the protruding sword. There was an unnecessarily loud thunk. "You don't have to go killing potential meat-suits." He looked down to the bandit, sighed, and back to Sunumi. He poked more fun by saying, "You would have loved me in that hunky bod."

The remaining bandits observed in fear and confusion. Silence fell upon the room as Kritz finally noticed them once again. He peered each of them in the eyes and realized he had just taken over the body of their leader. The looks on their faces told him they didn't know what to do or how to react. Kritz grinned while he lifted his green tunic to bare his wrinkly, skinny chest. "Seriously," he jested. "The difference is like night and day." Nobody laughed.

Kritz lifted his metal arm and twisted the pinky finger. The blade retracted in an instant and made a locking sound when the arm closed. He took the deepest breath he could muster and focused his energy. Kritz had spent far too long in his slumber. He could feel blood flowing, but it felt like sand, heavily creeping through his veins. He summoned the energy needed. Without warning, Kritz leaped at the closest bandit and tore through his leather. Blood spat out when the metal claws sliced through the mans chest. He dropped instantly. In the next moment, bandits started dropping one by one. Played in slow motion, streams of blood fell in a trail behind Kritz, a body falling just as fast at each change of direction on the killers path.

He came to a screeching halt when he reached a bandit woman, red hair tied tightly back. He felt something different as he approached. She was much stronger than she appeared to be, Kritz could feel it in his soul. The elderly man, covered in the blood of his former lackeys, began removing the metal arm. The girl stepped back before trying to dash around for her escape. She was successful in putting distance between herself and Kritz, but the attempt was futile. The old man wound up and threw the arm her way, claws piercing shallowly into the back of her arm. She went down screaming and lay on the ground for a brief moment. The red haired bandit slowly rose to face Sunumi, a flamboyant grin and pose greeting her. The metal arm was a bit over-sized for the girl.

"Maybe this," Krits played. "Is more your style?"

Apocalypse? Okay!

Kritz

There's not much to be said about consciously floating in a vast sea of blackness. It's Boring. Although, there's a seemingly infinite amount of noise caused by just as many energies the world has to offer. Everything has it's own sound, you know. Over the millenniums, they become easier to identify. Water offers a constant, but peaceful burble, which I became quite accustomed to when this awful, pale wench tossed me into the depths of an ocean. I was trapped there for centuries, just thinking of how I would get my vengeance. I got the opportunity. I squandered it and she locked me in a box and buried me under the heftiest mountain she could find. Which is where I became familiar with the sound of stone. Nothing but a massive, pulsing mind-ache that was. I missed an entire millennia that time. Oh, don't worry, I got another opportunity. Still didn't go my way though. That bitch stuck me on a branch on the tallest tree in the middle of a forest. The wind sounded nice, faintly whooshing around from time to time. But the trees. Damned Gods, the trees were annoying. They were like millions of little children unable to get comfortable in one spot. Found a friend in one tree though. I visit him from time to time, because, well, that's what you do when you spend a few lonely centuries with someone. Time is treating him well. He would tell you otherwise, Old Grump Stump. I haven't had an opportunity for vengeance since then, and to be honest, that feeling has faded. I feel a kind of bond with that pale deceitful little thing. Our paths have crossed too many times for it to be coincidence. And now, in this particular plane of existence, I can hear her annoyingly piercing energy. She's close, and I think it's high time I came out of retirement. After all, I must thank her for introducing me to the greatest friend I ever had, Old Grump Stump. I've spent too much time in here talking to myself anyway.

Mountains towered into the dusky sky, casting a dark shadow across the surrounding lands and over a town just a few hundred yards away. Feint screams could still be heard in the distance, possibly the last of the survivors. Not far off from the edge of a valley where two of the mountains nearly met, a group of bandits searched for an escaped boy. They lost sight of him shortly after he made it out of the town, but they knew he headed in this direction. One of the bandits, an elderly man with long white hair stared blankly into the valley. The others glared in confusion at one another, waiting for the old man to snap out of it. Once he did, he noticed the looks. It was obvious to any outsider that this man was the one in charge. No one did anything without his word. The old man lifted his arm, encased in a full vambrace, and pointed toward the valley. He wasn't sure why he pointed, but it felt like something was directing him. He glanced down the length of his arm, darting his eyes from one symbol to the next. He could suddenly feel some kind of energy building up within the metal arm. He shoved all thoughts aside and followed the rest of his group into the valley.

An hour passed and the sky was quickly growing darker. The moon, hidden behind the colossal mountains, failed to illuminate the narrowing valley. Few of the bandits expressed their concern among each other as the old man continued onward. "Sir!" a large, dark skinned man called out. "I don't think it's wise to go any further. The boy isn't that important." He paused for a moment. "He will die out here on his own."

The elder man snapped out of a daze he didn't realize he had fallen into. "Hm? What boy?" he questioned while the others gaped at him. He quickly recovered and said, "Ah yes. The one who escaped." Looking once again at his metal arm, which he found weeks ago while looting an abandoned village, the old man noticed the energy from it was growing stronger. The large bandit came up from behind and observed, as did the others. "We move on," the leader commanded. There was a disappointed sigh from each of the bandits, but they all continued. The old man just walked and stared at the vambrace.

Moments later, the group approached a small crevasse in the side of the mountain. At the end of the narrow path lied a double stone door, one side slightly open. The female bandit, tying back her scraggly red hair, blurted, "That must be where the boy went."

The old man glanced at each member of his group, expecting them to answer a question he never asked. "Can you feel that?"

"Sir?" one of them replied, confused.

"Something ancient is in there," he said with a smile. "Something worth a fortune."

"I think he's finally lost his marbles," the female bandit joked. The others followed her lead.

Dark, cold, and pungent, the group traversed the mossy halls with great care until they came across a large room. Light seemed to come from nowhere, revealing the spoils that would make the bandits rich. All along the stone walls were inlet shelves nearly hidden by overgrowth. Within them rested numerous artifacts lost to time. The bandits spread out in excitement as the elder stood at the door way. He seemed to be lost within himself. No one noticed.

She's here.

The old man looked around, frightened at the sudden voice.

Oh, well this is awkward, huh? Don't freak out.

The old man looked around, searching for the source of the intruding voice. Once he looked back at his metal arm, he realized that the power from it had grown. He stared in disbelief.

I know! I know! creepy, but listen. We don't have time. Once you leave here, your lackeys here are going to kill you. I can help you out here, but you gotta trust me.

He stepped back and observed his group, considering the possibility.

That's right. Now, I bet you didn't know this fancy little arm has weapons inside of it. Pretty cool actually. I built it myself. All I need you to do, is twist the pinky slightly to the left, and voila, you get a sword.

Staring at the others while they looted the artifacts and scrolls, the old man began to feel more of the power radiating from the arm. It was calling to him and he felt his mind slipping.

Do it!

In the next moment, he took hold of the metal pinky and twisted it as instructed. A loud screech pierced the room and caught the attention of his crew. When they looked back, their leader was kneeling down and screaming in pain. Blood poured violently from the vambrace. The large bandit ran up to him, but stopped short when he noticed a sword protruding from the hand. "Sir!" the bandit yelped.

"The name's Kritz," the old man said, a sinister smile plastered across his face.

Apocalypse? Okay!

Working on a post now. Also gonna work on a secondary character for a little later in the rp

Apocalypse? Okay!

Character is up. Still gotta put some description in his abilities to better better explain his situation.

Apocalypse? Okay!

Name: Kritz

Description:

Civilization: Age of War - Few eras came before this chaotic age. In the beginning, exploration and knowledge of the past was key in obtaining a life beyond simply surviving. Villages and towns started springing up in areas where ancient artifacts were discovered. After a few short years of research, some cultures began to change based on what they had found, developing into many separated kingdoms. Each of those that flourished had one thing in common; keeping the knowledge they had found, a secret. Conflict was quick to grow and the leaders of each unique kingdom organized a greater military presence, both to protect the artifacts that aided them, and to forcefully obtain those of their enemies. Generations passed with no one gaining advantage over another, until scrolls and books had been found from what the discoverer could tell, was the first era. The Final Kings and Queens of the Age of War gathered on a single battlefield, each thinking they now had a power over all other kingdoms. A greater force was at play behind the scenes and created the biggest graveyard in the known histories.

Bio: Kritz was born fifty years before his civilizations final moments. He was raised as a soldier in the Alerian Kingdom, which had used the ancient technique of bestowing the worlds essences into everyday items like trinkets and weapons. Kritz, along with his fellow soldiers, trained tirelessly with weapons able to release small bursts of elemental magics. He fought at the front line of many battles, only to return home empty handed. After years of mindless fighting, Kritz abandoned his home in search of meaning. He crossed paths with a traveling elderly who would eventually train Kritz in the art of blacksmithing. It seemed to be a natural talent and had joined the old mans group called Smiths Company.

As a traveling Bladesmith, Kritz picked up many tricks to further advance his craft, which he learned from other kingdoms. His most famous series of weapons, Which was a concept of his late mentor, were weapons able to change form through the use of small mechanisms built inside. In his later years, Kritz was contracted by a Mage King who offered to unlock hidden potential within him in exchange for a new weapon made with that power. Kritz agreed and when informed of what his new ability was, he was off to understand it and keep up his end of the deal. He returned a month later with a staff sword attuned to the wind element, and greatly amplified by fusing his blood with the weapon; a process he called Blood Forge

Over the next few years, Kritz crafted many weapons through blood forging, mostly for Kings and Queens along with their highest commanding officers. He was highly sought out and became known as The Bloodsmith when he left Smith Company.

Affiliations: Smith Company, The Bloodsmith

Equipment on death: Nothing

Abilities: -Bladesmith
- Blood Amplification
-Blood Manipulation

Adversaries:

Reason for death: King Ferro of Montille had contracted Kritz to make a special weapon. This weapon would replace the left arm of the King, which had been removed during a battle with a neighboring Kingdom. When it came time to perform the Blood Forge, Kritz presented a metal arm. At the request of the King, this arm was to possess no magical properties. Another request was that the King witnessed the final process. When it came time to perform the Blood Forge, Kritz presented a metal arm. The King then said an enchantment unfamiliar to the Bloodsmith. After the king was done, Kritz was struck in the back of the head. When he came to, he was hanging upside down, over the metal arm. The King told him the power that would be imbued into the arm would be his own. Kritz looked at the arm to see his name written on the forearm. The King of Montille then slit Kritz' throat and watched as the blood blanketed the arm. As he started to go, Kritz heard a voice deep in the darkness to which he headed. It was not the voice of the King that betrayed him, but of one that assured him that nothing was over... yet.

It felt like an eternity, but Kritz had somehow awoken, unable to move. It didn't take long to realize that he was trapped inside the metal arm.

Personality: Normally patient, but with his ability being what it is, it can sometimes be quite erratic.

One Piece: Guided by a Curse

"That'll teach you bastards to interrupt me when I'm working." Klank was hammering the last nail on top of an oversized wooden crate. Inside were various creatures; strange mixes like rabbit-pigs and bird-cats. There was even a giant bear that had what looked to be scales in place of its fur, and a long split tongue that almost took hold of Klank at one point. In the midst of building the contraption that would aid in getting the ship he had not yet built back to sea, these bizarre animals began attacking. The lizard-bear was the first to charge in destroying a small section that would pose no problem to fix. After its first attack, the bear let out a battle roar, seemingly calling in reinforcements. It forced Klank to temporarily abandon his mission and deal with the mini army of forest dwellers. It took a while to round them all up, but he accomplished his goal and trapped most of them into the crate.

Now, Klank stood on top of the crate, smoke in hand. He looked over his creation to assess the damage. The front right corner had been obliterated, telling him that if that bear had gotten a hold of him, he'd surely be dead. Or at the very least in a situation he wasn't comfortable dealing with. "Easy fix there," he said aloud. The rest of the contraption was unharmed, mostly in part due to the fact that Klank was smart enough to lure the creatures away. He figured their quarrels were with him from the start. He did, after all, destroy quite a large section of their home.

"Almost done with phase one," he noted. Seven of the trees he had cut down were used to create a giant platform. The four corners, now three, were mounted into the ground for extra support and stability. In the center was a gear system. Two large wooden gears to either side, surrounded by smaller ones that would help to reduce stress on the mains. Tall pillars protected the complex system, and connected to the beam crossing over the gears were two shafts that extended beyond the platform. For just an hours worth of work, Klank impressed even himself. It helped to have the whole thing planned out and the schematics saved in his mind. Otherwise it would have taken him hours of stopping to think and figure the next move.

Klank sat down at the edge of his animal prison, letting one foot dangle as he propped his elbow onto his curled up knee. A little break was in order. He couldn't remember the last time he worked that fast and kept the pace for so long. He was sweaty and exhausted. He looked to the crate and pondered for a moment. He was starving and considered one of the smaller game inside. "Nah," he finally said. "Can't chance letting that bear out again." He leapt down to the ground and scoured around. There were bits of fruit all over, something he had missed in his determination to build a way off the floating island. He took a few and ate them without hesitation. "Interesting," he said confused. It still baffled him that things could grow in a strange place like this, but that was the grand line. Nothing made sense, ever. Klank walked to the broken corner of the platform and grabbed his multi-tool.

"That was quite the show," a random voice cackled from behind.

Klank immediately turned, tool at the ready. He didn't like being surprised, especially in a place where he thought he was alone.

"I've been watching you for a bit, and might I say," said a thin, orange-haired man. He was leaning against the crate holding the creatures. He sported a disturbing grin. "Impressive." The newcomer pointed. "I've never seen someone build something so fast." After that, he knocked on the crate. "And quite sturdy, too."

"Who the hell are you?" Klank demanded. "And where did you come from?"

"Oh, me? I'm nobody," he chuckled. "But I think I might know who you are, haha" Something about his laugh struck Klank in his core. " Yes, I do believe I recognize this brilliant craftsmanship. I've seen it in a few places I've been to."

"You're freakin me out, guy."

"I have that effect, haha." Again with the creepy laughter.

The man, dressed in dark blue with a scarf that matched around his neck, pushed himself from the giant crate. A short-tubed cannon was holstered to his back. Klank popped another smoke into his mouth. "I won't ask again," he threatened as he lit the cigarette. "Who the hell are you?" Of course, it was a show. Klank was a builder and not much of a fighter. Captain Bighead had shown him a few things to survive, but who knew how far Klank could go in a battle. Threats was all he had.

"Hahaha," the man cackled again. "I'm nobody." Slowly, the man rubbed his hand onto the corner of the wooden box. Something came pouring from his body and suddenly began engulfing the windowless cage. When the man removed his hand, the wood started to disappear.

Klank eyes squinted, then opened wide when he realized what was happening. The strange fella was going to set the creatures free. With further observation, Klank could see that the wood was going through a rapid change before it disappeared. Almost like it was being eaten away by whatever energy was touching it.
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Klank waited in anticipation. The orange-haired man was chuckling lightly as the large crate was eaten away. He was half hoping the bizarre bear inside would leap from the confines of its prison and mangle the man to death. No such thing happened. Instead, when the crate was nearly gone, the shipwright noticed traces of remains. Whatever dark energy had destroyed his work, also had its way with the creatures inside. One foot dropped back as Klank said, "Son of a bitch." After seeing what the man could do with a mere touch, and fearing for his crews way off the island, Klank non nonchalantly stepped away from the platform. The other man grinned at the sight.

"Don't worry," he said deviously. "I am a man who appreciates another's masterpiece." He thought for a moment while Klank continued to create distance. "Ah, remember the giant crossbow you built back in Althura? The one you used to defeat a sea king terrorizing the town?"

Klank thought on it. He did remember. It was one of the islands he and Bighead visited after one of the many times his captain damaged the ship. The townsfolk were in a seven year on again off again battle with a serpent like sea king. The titan of a snake would often rear its ugly mug to snatch a citizen, but not before wreaking havoc on their homes. Bighead was so intrigued that he demanded Klank conjure something up. Of course, the captain himself never lifted a finger to fight. He opted for getting drunk with the townsfolk while Klank worked away to build a weapon big enough to kill the monster. "No worries my dear friends," he would say. "My mate here can fix anything, including this problem you have." His charismatic and energetic persona worked wonders on the people of Althura. Bighead even had half the town partaking in beginners leg day, rewarding them with kegs of their own alcohol. His confidence was unmatched in all the Blue seas, and the early victory celebration further proved that.

The orange-haired man continued. "That one is a personal favorite of mine, haha. Still standing to, ya know. I just couldn't bring myself to destroy it."

"Appreciated," Klank was quick to say. "But you have me at a disadvantage. I still don't know who the hell you are."

"Hehe, name's Morior," he replied happily.

"Well then, Morior, how about you buzz off and leave me to my work." Klank pointed to the platform. "It ain't a masterpiece until it's finished."

"Wish I could, my friend." he paused for a moment. "Well, no i don't, I kinda like you, haha."

"Hey," klank interrupted the laughter. "Enough with the god damned laugh. It's creepin me out."

Morior suddenly started walking towards Klank with that same sinister smile. "Now why would you want to stop someone from being happy? I want YOU to be happy."

Klank stepped back with each one Morior took. He had no idea what was going on and he didn't like it. "Leaving me alone will make me happy."

"Oh, haha" he drew closer. "I think I can change that." Not a second later, Morior started running with his hands held out. "Now GET OVER HERE YOU MISERABLE RASCAL."

Klank wasn't sure if Morior intended on unleashing that decaying energy on him, but he didn't plan on finding out. Without a moment to waste, he lifted a thin platform from the ground, one he used as the original copy for his catapult. His began swinging his multi-tool and duplicating nails with panicked haste. Before Morior could get to him, Klank had already built a small box for himself to stand on. It wouldn't be enough to escape the charging, smiling man, but it was a start. In mere seconds, another box appeared, and another, and another, until there was a two by two boxed platform.

"Oh don't be like that, haha" Morior's laugh, again, struck nerves. the maniac leaped onto the raise as Klank quickly created multiple levels as he ascended the forming structure. A few key spots to hammer the nails was all it took to bind the wooden cubes together. Much higher, though, and the structure would eventually collapse under the increasing weight. "I gotta think of something," Klank thought to himself. It was too late.

Morior came to a halt on the second level of the square-spiraling tower, simply watching Klank as he continued to climb and build. He smiled at the effort to escape. "This craftsmanship isn't as impressive as the others," he yelled above. "Soooo," and the orange-haired man placed his hand on the next level box. Being as thin as the wood was, it was eaten away almost instantly.

"Son of a bitch," Klank screamed as he suddenly began falling, the rest of the structure collapsing in on itself. It was a long way down.

One Piece: Guided by a Curse

Sweat poured down Klanks face as he dropped the wooden plank from his back and started taking off his blue jacket. He used the already damp cloth to wipe the wetness from his face before letting it fall to the ground. All around him, giant logs littered the forest floor, and at the base of where each tree once stood was a finished cigarette. He could hear his captain yelling at him with that weird tone that makes him sound like he was concerned about Klanks health, but also that he would be fine without the shipwright. Only half the time was Bighead easy to read. Moments like that, Klank could never tell. "Damn straight he needs me," Klank muttered under his breath. "Ain't no one else gonna fix all that destruction."

There was a wide clearing in the treetops now, and the Sky Ocean was clear to see. The massive whirlpool above was heavily shaded under the cover of the floating island. Beyond that though, the sun rays beamed passed the rock and cast a strange glow within the stormy clouds. It looked so far away. Klank couldn't help to think that they would never make it back down. "There's too much fluctuation in the gravity," he thought to himself. He noticed the changes when he was sawing down all the trees. "I'll never be able to time the departure."

Klank thought for a moment as he popped another smoke. After a nice long drag and sigh, "That ones gonna require teamwork." He stared at the Sky Ocean a bit longer; just planning ahead. "Breaks over," he said aloud. "Time for the real work to begin." He cracked his knuckles and then his neck. He hopped down from the stump of the last tree he cut down. When he picked up his multi-tool, Klank unfolded the saw. It would take hours to get through all the fallen trees, but if he could keep himself working in sixth gear, he may be able to finish sooner. Not that it mattered to him. It would all be void of the boisterous laughter, the thunder rolling rumbles of a woman's stomach, and the constant whining of the living weapon. But most of all, what Klank would be most grateful for, is his temporary liberation from a certain individuals enthusiastic denial. He smiled as he took another, silent drag. Excitement filled his heart and further fueled his inner fire.

""THIS WILL BE THE BEST GOD DAMN SHIP IN ALL THE SEAS," he yelled with the fierceness of Captain Bighead.

One Piece: Guided by a Curse

With only a few yards into the forest, something had smashed into Klanks back. When he turned to look there was nothing behind him, but he did find a little pile of white fluff. When he could finally feel a wet spot soaking through the back of his shirt, it was known who the culprit was. He took a drag from his first cigarette and looked above. There was a trail of overly rustled leaves leading deeper into the trees. "That's two I owe her," he said sullenly. As shaken up as he was about the death of the Bighead ship, Klank always kept tabs on matters such as pranks. He shoved the second, unlit cig above his ear to save it for later. He stared at the glob of snow one last time before saying "Hm," and wandering further into the forest.

He looked around in the heavily shaded woods. With the few gaps he could see through the tree tops, Klank saw the reflection of sunlight in the sky ocean. "There's no way that insignificant amount of light could help these trees grow." Another drag. "And what about the rain?" he questioned. He tried to get a clearer view beyond the trees and from what he could tell, there were no clouds above. Only the stormy dark ones that surrounded the maelstrom. "Guess I'll have to wait and see."

As he continued onward, Klank knocked on the base of every tree he passed, and listened. "Strong," he confirmed. "Very strong." He tested a few more trees and then stood up straight for another drag that ended the cigarette. He subconsciously started pre-workout stretches while he thought. It was a habit ingrained in him now. As he did, he thought back more on the broken ship. Klank, continuing to stretch remembered the condition Bighead's ship was in when the two met. It was no great ship to be sure. She was in rough shape, but that all changed when Klank had really poured in his efforts. From then on it was top-notch patch jobs just to keep it a float against his captains destructive personality. He thought on that idea for a bit longer before breaking the silence with "I suppose if she had to go, I'm glad it wasn't done directly by the captain's overgrown head." Klank sniffed before duplicating another cig into his mouth. "You'll not be forgotten by me," he promised as he peeked through the leaves and to the sky ocean.

One Piece: Guided by a Curse

Klank lied on the ground with his arms and legs spread out wide. He was overwhelmed with confusion as to what exactly had happened. As he stared below, or maybe it was now the up above, his suspicions were confirmed. The Sea had become their sky. He peered into the giant maelstrom with wide eyes. Around its edges the raging storm continued. In the short distance Klank could hear Captain Bighead laughing. "Amazing" and "Well done, Lucky" were the only two things he heard. That slightly angered him.

"Well done, Lucky?" he questioned to himself. "All he did was play with the damn wheel." Klank wondered if Isaac even knew what he was doing. He sincerely doubted it. The frustrated man popped a cigarette into his mouth, took a longer drag than usual, and sighed the smoke out. It wafted thickly into the sky. Or the sea. "The Sea Sky," he finally said out loud. Klank grunted as he sat up and then struggled to his feet. He would hear credit where credit was due. He did all the work to get them through the storm alive. He approached Bighead and said, "I think you forgot someone, Captain."

"Did I now?" The Captain was smiling and boisterous as ever.

"You're damn straight," Klank pointed furiously. "I'm the one who kept the ship alive."

"You might,uhh."

"Screw that," he interrupted. "You stand at the front of the ship with your big ass head, laughing at death while this fool and his crazy girlfriend steer us toward it. At least Sierra was protecting the food." Klank in the middle of his fit lost sight of her, but it was to late now. He held up his finger so no one would interrupt him while he took another drag from his cig. "You were benching the damn mast. What the hell possessed you to do that? Whatever, I don't need your recognition for keeping the ship safe."

"Klank," Bighead now supported a sheepish grin and pointed behind the shipwright.

He raised an eyebrow before looking. When he did, Klank's heart dropped to his stomach, and the cigarette to the ground. A loud thud seemed to echo in his ears when his knees collided into the grass. He could suddenly feel the wind push lightly against his body. It created waves in the green field and after a moment finally reached a treeline that spanned quite a distance. At the beginning of the forest was what caught Klanks tortured eyes. Splinters of wood and shredded drapes of cloth covered the giants that were the trees. The Bighead Pirates skull was taunting him with the same sheepish grin the captain had showed just moments ago, as if to say sorry.

There was nothing left to salvage. Not a single plank. After what felt to be an eternity of silence for him, Klank finally rose to his feet. He turned towards Bighead and Isaac and walked to them. With every step he took, he remembered a patch job that made him feel closer to the ship. It may not have been the fastest or the most pristine piece of work, but it held all of his blood. All of his sweat. And it was all gone. When Klank reached the two, he looked stoically into Isaac's eyes and held out his hand. Then he shot a glance to Sasayaki. "I want you to remember this, you son of a bitch."

In the next moment, sasayaki's form was in Klanks hand. He gripped it as tight as he could, hoping she could feel it. But she wouldn't. Klank had not been able to duplicate sentience. Instead, this was sasayaki's form before she had been gifted the devil fruit. He continued to glare at her, trying to pierce her gaze where he thought it would be. Isaac never really went into details about body parts of his weapon. He ran his other hand down the chain and eventually wrapped it around his knuckles. Gripping both handle and chain with everything he had, Klank began pulling. His muscles bulged and his veins threatened to explode from his neck and face. He would never tell anyone this, but he had created the replica with a slightly more vulnerable chain connection. After a few more seconds of his best 'showmanship' that only Bighead could teach, Klank ripped the chain from the bladed handle. The tail end rattled as it coiled and fell to the ground.

After breaking his gaze from Isaac's weapon and breathing heavy, Klank looked to Bighead. "I need a little time to think." Blade still in hand, he turned and headed for the forest. His steps were slow as he approached it. He stopped at the tree line and looked up to the shattered remains of all his efforts. It scarred his heart, and to calm the rapid beating, he popped another cigarette into his mouth. Before lighting it and made one appear in his free hand. "This one's for you," he said softly. It would be the slowest cigarette he would ever smoke as he headed off into the forest alone to gather his thoughts.

One Piece: Guided by a Curse

Apppearance

Name: Morior

Age: 27

Race: Human

Devil Fruit/Abilities: Decay-Decay Fruit - Morior has the uncontrollable ability to plunge anything into a state of decay. There is an aura around him that reacts to his emotions, happy bringing it down completely and rage fueling it like gas to fire. Morion is able to control this ability to an extent, but has only recently learned to do so in a joyful state.

Weapon:
Kiss of Death - Morior's gun is capable of shooting globs of air filled with his ability. He can fill the large chamber with varying amounts of decay depending on the size of the item he wants to destroy.

Personality: Morior grew up in a state of depression all thanks to his devil fruit powers. He couldn't interact with anything or anyone because of his uncontrollable aura, so he was always avoided. That was until a few years ago when he was taken in by a Woman Pirate that seemed to sedate his ability. He's become happier since then. Now he is quite the laughster, finding joy in most anything.

Bio: will do at a later time