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Jackal's jagged tail arced over his shoulder lashing down towards Freya. Yet, she did not falter. Through closed eyes, she saw a light, a faint line. All things had a light, and every action formed by will made a line.

Freya's feet shuffled, and she avoided that line. Jackal's tail scraped into the deck, just barely missing Freya. Her charged carried her by Jackal, and her sword flashed low, a dark aura about it, drawing across Jackal's leg, splashing the deck in a gout of red.

Fanning her blade out as she stood near the edge of the bow, Freya wouldn't mind if this was cut short. "Things aren't looking good for you and your mates, dragon kid." Freya taunted.

@dragonmancer
Footing recovered, flames licking the deck of the boat, Freya clenched her teeth, ordering, "Stand back! And keep those flames from spreading!"

But while Freya ordered her crew to be more reserved, Freya had no such plans. As much as she would like too, with her subordinates showing off so much, it wouldn't be cool of her to step back now.

Whipping out her sword, Freya slipped around the flames, her path curving as she angled her run towards the dragon. Closing her eyes against the smoke, she had no hesitance as she charged at Jackal.

@dragonmancer
After a trek up a dusty incline through the trees, the hill crests, overlooking Melonberry Island's lone town. The dockside was lined with small, but sturdy houses of palmwood, while a large windmill straddled the end of the cape on the far side of the island. A bit further into the island, a few larger, more upscale buildings could be seen overlooking everything, the roofs splattered blue, some still under construction.

The streets of the town proper were abuzz, the noise carrying mixed between sweet and sour. As Lino led Chester closer to the town, for every shout of success or joy there seemed to be one of anger or frustration. Stalls were being set up, banners raised, but most of the workforce seemed to be women, usually adults, or gruff looking middle aged or older men. Kids of all sizes were playing around, but when it came to full bodied younger men, there were only a few of them about, roving like packs in groups of cobalt suited wolves, often donning sunglasses or hats, craning their heads around.

"Eh? Lino? Lino!?" called a voice, the little girl stopping in her tracks, looking around.

Upon seeing a face in the crowd, Lino rushed over, crying, "Lina!"

"Wah!" Gasped an older girl, clearly a teenager, as Lino bounced over. The girl wore wore a light green dress, her feet clad in tan, laced sandals that went up part of her shins. He skin was a bit lighter than that of Lino's, but her hair was no less red, cut short enough to cover her ears. Her deep green eyes were slightly concealed by the wide brim of her hat, which matched her dress. Curiously, she had a thin sword sheathed at her hip and a rifle slung over her back.

Like a novelty, Lino explained, "Look what I found!" As she gestured to Chester, Lina had a wary expression about her.
I ALREADY FOUND THE THREAD YOU FUCKING NERD
There were things here. They're gone now.
Freya - Conomi Islands

@Dragonmancer@Hillan@LokiLeo789@NachoBachoPacho And anyone else near the burning Massacre Pirate ship

“Oy, sleepyhead. The Gorilla’s looking right as rain, so you should probably try catching up with the rowdy bunch who came through here. They left quite a mess, so I expect you to be able to pay them back in full.”

Her Den Den Mushi droning at her from it's table, Freya grumbled to herself, "You couldn't even wait five minutes?"

As her ship finally reared onto the scene, needless to say, there was a certain sort of chaos to the whole mess that had Freya missing the fact that she gave up her beauty rest for this. Not that she needed it.

Still, it was havoc. Everything appeared to be on fire, at least two ships had been largely obliterated, the survivors still scrambling to safety. Everything that wasn't obliterated seemed to be on fire, especially the deck on one ship that was covered in smoke. However, if her eyes weren't playing tricks on her, those coils of black smoke were mixed with a more healthy white, which implied John was getting work done. Also was that...was that a scary huge monster poking out of the smoke? Freya hadn't even seen anything like that on the Grand Line.

Barking maneuvers to her crew, she dropped down to the deck, pacing alongside the edge as her ship got closer to pulling up to the burning vessel's side, Freya keeping herself as close to that burning ship as she could, trying to get eyes on whatever was going on.
Working on a post, but first, in case I need to know, @LokiLeo789, is Xerxes aiming at Anaru's last remaining ship or Freya's incoming one?

Also, to weigh in on the idea with the Massacre Pirates getting sent to Impel Down @Ira, it doesn't sit well with me for a number of reasons:

Firstly, it's probably on the other side of the world. If the Conomi Islands are closer to Loguetown/Reverse Mountain than Impel Down is closer to Mariejois, which is on the opposite pole. That is a crazy long voyage for some small time prisoners. To give a canon example, Arlong was not sent to Impel Down from the East despite being a former prisoner as we saw in the Fishman Island flashback.

I think the biggest problem though is that if the Massacre Pirates are sent there, then narrative insists that they must escape. And if some literally nobodies from the East can escape the greatest prison in the world, then now it's been reduced to DC's Arkham Asylum: a revolving door for players who'd had their characters captured. Prisons in general were always going to be like this in the event of a capture, but Impel Down?

Also, even if they somehow do escape, now they're stranded in the Grand Line, leagues away from any other player characters, unless they go back, which trivializes the long journey everyone's supposed to be taking even further.

I think the best option would be to just create a high security prison in the East to break out of. You'll have more freedom with the setup/layout, and breaking out won't undermine an important setting landmark.

...That ramble is going to end up being longer than my next post, isn't it?
Matsuri opened her mouth to respond to Nina's comparison, but the teacher took the stage. And when a hero said something, it had been drilled into most people people to listen in the case of emergencies. They played that commercial a lot.

As a few of her schoolmates described their Quirks, Matsuri was more interested in their names: she was actually pretty good at remembering names, if nothing else. She already knew some of them, but there was one that gave her pause.

"My name is Lucius Arioch... Uh, please call me Luca."

"Lu-lu-shi-asu...Ari...Arioku?" Matsuri stammered. At least 'Luca' was easy enough for Matsuri's Japanese tongue.

No one was going next though, so Matsuri lit up, jumping into the air, hand raised, "Oh! Me! Me me me!" Slowing her roll, she began, "Um, it was um, super acceleration! When I'm stopped I can go BOOM and run superfast. And and and that's it." Feeling like something was left unfinished, Matsuri added, "Er, I'm not good with walls. And um um I also like salmon over rice but soy sauce is too salty for meh!"

Great, now she was getting hungry. When was lunch?
"Well, glad one of us is excited," Freya mumbled in John's general direction. Ignoring Zepp, Freya knew full well she wasn't the best example, as so much of her Division followed suit in their overall energy.

Before she could finish her thought, it wasn't more than a few minutes after she'd hung up that her Den Den Mushi went off again. Teru wouldn't have patched it through if it wasn't important. The whole reason Freya'd made her the comms officer was so she didn't have to 'serious up' every time someone wanted her attention.

Popping her cigarette out of her mouth with one hand and taking the reciever in her other, she didn't get a word in before she got a tactical suggestion from Anaru. He'd already engaged? Freya had mixed feelings though. Her more modern side wouldn't mind not getting involved, but not at the expense of Anaru's division. Would they even be able to maneuver like that? Chomping down on her cigarette again, she muttered, "Couldn't make this easy, could you?"

Turning back to the deck, Freya demanded, "What's the ETA?"

One of the crew answered, "Twenty minutes if the winds keep up!"

Freya blinked, eyes widening as she saw a few points that were the Conomi Islands on the horizon. Looks like they'd been pretty damn close when they got the call. If they wanted to speed up...there was probably some dead weight they could shed in storage, or if some of her unique subordinates could use their abilities to help in some way...or at least John. Maybe.

Her mind was more talkative than her mouth, however. Despite her ideas, she simply ordered, "If you two can come up with any way to make the ship go a bit faster then go for it."

@Hillan@RyoRyoRyoken
@Great Sogeking

"Guh," Matsuri grunted as Nina pulled her into another hold. She was forced to stumble along, her balance shifted, but she did so without complaint, eventually adapting and beginning, "Um, my Quirk is like...first I have to not be moving, then I..blast off like a running rocket pchooo!" Matsuri finished, "After that I can run really fast but I can't, like, turn. I figured out how to jump though! Even if it slows me down. But once I get slow I have to stop before I can go really fast again."

After walking a bit more in her stuck position, Matsuri wondered, "Are we there yet?"
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