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M a r x o




As Marxo watched as the young captain was sent hurdling thru the door by cannon fire he thought to himself , “What a bad move.” It took him a moment to let the situation sink in. He’d heard Nabil voice in between thoughts. It seemed he’d gotten the jist of it, even though he would rather stay in the bar and smoke the offered cancer. He began to look around as the bar was crumbling . It would be in their best interest to leave. Besides Nabil was itching for a fight and cannonfire could only mean marines or just plain dumb pirates. Either way Marxo began to bloodlust. They had ruined his perfectly good day .

“ She’s not getting up from that one. Hey Nabil your were right. We did take too long . What a waste of time . Let’s deal with these nuisances quickly. I have more relaxing to do.” Marxo sped towards the doorway as Nabil carried the unconscious pirate to her shark friend. “ I’ll go ahead before you get out here and try to murder everything. Try to keep up Nabil. i won’t save anything for you.” With these words he stormed out of the tavern to get a better look of his opposition. If only he knew what waited for him behind those doors.




As Marxo arrived outside he gasped, it looked as if half of the marine fleet were at one harbor. He was immediately bombarded by young recruits itching to catch a pirate. No one would make it thru that door . Marxo called upon his devil fruit powers. “More More Jubai Soku.”, as the words left his mouth he seemed to disappear leaving the recruits in awe shock. “Where did he go?” , they exclaimed. Marxo easily dispatched the back of the crowd and reappeared before the first marine as he continued for the door . He hadn’t noticed his unit laid comfortably on the floor, dead as the night. “ Were you going somewhere?” , Marxo relented with a smile. He then proceeded to punch a hole the the man’s face.

After the first wave had been dispatched he grasped a better view of things. There seemed to be five captains with lieutenants to match. These odds excited Marxo. It meant he could show off a little. He also wondered how long Nabil would stay inside comforting the captain. Lost in thought he didn’t notice the captain in the knee highs staring him down as if he’d killed his child . But when he did he gave an even more demented stare back, almost as if to say “bring it”. “ You’re going to want to see this Nabil., he yelled towards the tavern doors. The young pirates were in for war. They were more than prepared.


@Renny@Yorutenchi@zellected
@Sloth@Kal-El@zellected@The Irish Tree@Ostarion@Invisible@Ira@Renny@Boss Muffin@Animal@bmxbrat484@Rin

The plot begins. Those of you who are listed above need to respond in some way to the events of the most recent post. The ones that are not listed already know how they will be introduced.


I gotta work a double so i'll post when i get off tonight
@Rin Its blue . The ends seem to trail into white
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M a r x o




” At first I just wanted a beer, but now I need liquor. Gin preferably.” Marxo had become impatient. He scoured the tavern for any signs of smoke . It was a dire need , almost a fixation . He completely ignored the small teenage girl squawking on about how him and Nabil weren’t worth the elven girl’s time until he finally found a lit cigarette. It hung from the mouth of a nameless usurper at the bar. Marxo was uninterested in questioning him for it. By now he only could think of action. With anger in hand he raced across the room, almost effortlessly because of his devil fruit powers. No one even noticed he was gone. He immediately snatched the cigarette out of the man’s mouth and slammed his head against the bar.

“ You won’t be needing this anymore.” Almost instantly he appeared back in his chair, mildly relieved by the tobacco riddled drug known as a cigarette. As he puffed he began to realize he’d been insulted. It was the short one from earlier. He decided it would be be best to ignore her, She didn’t seem worth the effort of an insult. As Marxo enjoyed his medicine Nabil spoke of leaving. It had just crossed Marxo’s mind that they still had a reconnaissance mission to accomplish.

“ Your right, plus I need smokes. , he laughed at the monsters joke. “ This is quite too much for a bite to eat . He turned to the small woman who’d introduced herself as Polly. “ Name’s Marxo but you can call me not interested.” As he began to stand a flier caught wind from his back pocket. It landed amongst the plates Nabil had cleaned . It seemed to be a bounty . The picture was Marxo's. The bounty was amazing.
@Rin btw Marxo's hair is sky blue ..nt white >.>
@chukklehed understood. jus gets better with time
@IraSorry for the double post but, um... Polly's in her human form right now, and hasn't done anything to indicate that she's a Zoan yet. ^^;


noted and changed . my bad
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M a r x o




Before the elven lady could respond , Marxo felt this displeasing tone in his partners’ voice. He guessed that Nabil thought he took the woman seriously, but after all who could with such a seen she’d caused. Marxo didn’t like the thought of disappointing Nabil. He began to immediately withdraw his first response. “ On second thought, seems to me Nabil doesn’t like your proposal. To be frank , I’ve been around my partner so long it’s hard to disagree with him. I think I’m going to have to let you down easy little lady. It’s apparent from your random outburst that Nabil is quite correct. You do seem to be more trouble than you’re worth.”

With this remark Marxo eased back into his chair. At this moment he noticed the girl taunting him out of the corner of his eye and it made him laugh a little on the inside. While Nabil stuffed his face Marxo calmly awaited his liquor. He would have no more to say to the young pirate. He really didn’t see where they’d fit in on a misfit pirate ship with an elf, a shark boy, and a rude little girl. Nabil didn’t seem to want to find out either. Marxo felt accomplished with his decision and word choice, even though they were based upon another’s thoughts . This other just happen to be his only friend for the time being. How would he dare turn his back on Nabil. He just couldn’t . It didn’t seem right if they were apart.

After pondering for mere seconds , Marxo realized he didn’t have a drink or a smoke. “Oh this just won’t do. Excuse me waitress , I still need my drinks and that those smokes. , his tone seems light and playful but honestly Marxo was beginning to get impatient again. He smiled as he spoke, not to seem like the asshole from earlier. With every second an urge to destroy everything over a cigarette cinged his mind like a freshly heated cattle prod.
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