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Abigail almost took a step back, the stranger's expression had changed so quickly, but she managed to force her feet to stay anchored where they were. He talked a lot for someone who didn't have time. Why did they always talk so much when there wasn't time? By the time he stopped rambling on about judging her there was a mallet over his head, huge and ready to come barreling down on her like a giant's food over a red bug.

"Judgement?" Abigail's mind flashed. It danced around the man's words and she quickly came to the conclusion that anyone willing to allow their fate to be dictated by some relic, be it a god's or the devil's, could never be innocent. innocence wasn't something which came from some sky king's decree, but from the understanding of right, wrong, and the deliberate choice to act accordingly. "Screw you, and screw your judgmental cartoon mallet." She pulled out her blade and rushed at the man, fully intent on swiping at his chest before he could bring down the weapon.

"If I wanted to keep on serving some pretentious version of right or wrong I would've never left home!"
Sorry. Didn't meant to double post. Sorry T.t


"What? Why? What did we do?" Small pause. Abigail's eyes narrowed into two tiny slits towards the man. "There shouldn't be any berries for me at all. Period." She watched the man, hand on her sword. It was hard to tell if she should draw it or not. Was he a threat? She was sure of it. Was he going to attack her? If she tried striking first she had little doubt. Would he attack her anyways? That was where her problems lay. She just couldn't tell. "Personally I had nothing against the marines, but they struck first and when they did several of my..." She paused, because as far as social circumstances went she never liked exaggerating a closeness. "Working colleagues were killed. We just followed the marine's own rule and dealt them some absolute justice. If anything they should be sending us flowers for stopping Yami and his crew's corruption."

"Pure heart?" She looked around to see if there was anyone behind her. "Who? Zypha? Are we going to get off the hook because of Zypha, because I don't have any problems with that." It was tempting to nod enthusiastically at the idea, but a little voice in Abigail's head told her not to, and who was she to argue with that.
Just want to say hi everyone. Oh and if I were to make a Captain, it would be a powerful old woman who on the exterior seems kind and harmless, but her heart is embroiled in darkness and anger, built upon a foundation of discontent. Her background would give the reasons for her loyalty and discontent though.


Uhhh isnt that Retsu unohana? Oo
@Crimson RavenTruefax: I refer to Kirito as "The Bland Swordsman" to differentiate him from the true Black Swordsman. >.> <.<

Anyways, um... Yeah, probably going for the lieutenant of Squad 11 I guess. Just need to figure out a better idea for a shikai than "sword suddenly gets really big" I guess. XD Hmmm.


Ooh! What if instead of increasing the size of the sword, The user has the ability to increase gravity around them by a certain amount that can be turned on or off at will?
lol sorry that seemed random. Just an idea that burst to mind when I saw that XD
We have, for the third time in history, a protagonist that has killed! This is a monumental day.

All joking aside, decent intro. Bloodshed not necessarily needed, but it's fine. Looking at the show, non of the Crew has Killed anyone other than Zoro with some off camera people, and Robin with Spandam.


Yeah, I was thinking about that too, but I figured it was kind of to be expected since my character specializes in bladed weapons and was trained as an assassin ^.^;

EDIT: However if it bothers you I'll try and tone it down, but it does feel kind of weird playing with someone who uses blades that doesn't kill
Sorry that was so bad! NOt feeling very good and probably won't have another chance today t.t
Many people would tell you, if asked for their opinion, how they felt about crises, that there's no such thing, only an opportunity which may or may not leave the person experiencing it better or worst afterwards. Melanie was one of these people, if only because she was, and seeing a problem as any other way would've crushed her young heart a long time ago. Currently her crises, that wasn't really a crises but a chance to come out a head or behind the world, were the cuts of rope tied around her wrist. There was also a guard in the room with her, but he was asleep, arms folded on a nearby desk and blade in a cutlass he left on the floor.

How she ended up in the position she wasn't exactly clear on yet. One moment she was walking around in a small bazaar, hoping to meet with someone who had a ship and the next instant there was only blackness, lots of it, so deep and full there weren't even dreams. When she woke up she was there. There was a throbbing pain on her skull so she assumed she'd been careless and gotten whacked on the head and then dragged off. Well it was her own fault, next time she's listen to the old, bitter man warning her against the little town because it was really just a front for a grow of slave trading pirates.

"Hey" Melanie whispered, leaning forward and narrowing her eyes to see if there was a change in her guard's face. Nothing. "Are you awake?" Again nothing. "No?" Finally, enough of a nothing. "Okay." She nodded. "Good then." A black blade appeared in her hands, from her long sleeve and she quickly cut away the ropes that kept her hands behind her back. The ropes dropped to the floor and made a surprisingly loud thump in the confined cabin. The man's head came up but was quickly put back down when his throat disappeared in a flash of black steel and red blood. He couldn't even scream on account of their just not being enough air.

Melanie's neck cracked as she worked on the kinks left from being in that position for so long. "Bastards." She gritted her teeth and fought down the urge to go on a rampage. That wouldn't end well. Maybe later she'd be able to return for her vengeance, but at the moment all she could do was escape the ship and get to dry land.

The woman in black's luck was amazing considering her hubris had almost gotten her killed. She was able to make it to the ship's deck and find a rowboat all before someone noticed the dead body and everyone rushed towards the top and by the then she was already rolling away towards the tiny piece of land as fast as her skinny, yet muscular arms could push her. By the time the ship changed course she was already throwing herself off her little tub onto the sandy beach. Without looking back she ran into the forest, and disappeared into the night.

The sun was well over head when she found her way to the berry village. Her clothes were dry by then but her hair was still plastered to her skull. "Strange." She muttered as she looked around, one kunai in her hand, hidden behind her back just incase someone tried something like before. "I didn't know fruit was such a big deal. It's everywhere where I come from." She stopped and turned her head towards some kind of cacophony. "What's going on over there?"

Instead of fallowing that little voice that told her to go the other way she walked towards the sound and soon saw a man run past her, or at least what was what a man would look like if he'd been made out of goo. "What's that?" There were people chasing her. The other way, that was the best route. She went after the man, if only to see what would happen.
So far, yeah. It is the first island, we can slowly build as the RP continues.


Alrighty! Well, Its late over here so if I don't have anything up tonight then for sure by tomorrow.
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