Pacifista

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

Lina seemed a bit down at the simple question, but she quickly recovered, beginning, "It's...not a good story. There was a bad pirate attack on the island about six years ago. We managed to fight them off, but there were a lot of casualties. You might not want to mention..."

Before she could continue a trio of blue suited guys walked in. While one of them immediately went for a rack of clothing, another saw Chester and Lina. Stepping over, the taller man began, "Hey, if it isn't Reno's sis!" Reaching into his suit, he pulled out a brick of something or other wrapped in some white paper. "Here you've two have been aching for this stuff!"

Lina glared, but said nothing. The man chuckled, "Come on, there's got to be a way you three can scrounge up the cash! What good is all that stupid youth for?"

Letting out a sigh, Lina muttered to herself, only barely audible to Chester over the blue mafia goon's amusement. "It must be nice, being a pirate..."

One Piece: Revolution(Closed)

<Snipped quote by Hillan>

Man, Luffy fought for like, a whole day on Marineford, and against CP9, before the time skip. Xerxes fighting style focuses on minimizing fatigue also, he will need days to rest, but he can still preform.

@LokiLeo789

You said he was almost out of energy in your last post, and you're also conveniently ignoring that Luffy had Iva's hormone help several times through Impel Down and Marineford. There's also no real narrative reason to keep the fight going: everyone else on the crew is down, Ira's cool with the jailbreak plot, and Xerxes has proven consistently helpless against a Logia type. All pulling out the stops has done is pissed John off. I don't get hiw dragging it out further is good for anything.

One Piece: Revolution(Closed)

Collab between me and @dragonmancer

"Ah hell," Freya grimaced as her ships main mast was raised above her. As it arced down, she threw herself to the side, but it was a close one. The mast slammed into the deck, rocking it once again. Freya lost her footing, bouncing on the deck, clutching on to her sword for dear life. Just as she began to find her footing, something else sent the boat rocking: a massive explosion from above.

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Due to my massive and nearly collapsed form I remained stagnant over the rocking ship, wincing at the unforeseen explosion above me. I was determined to stay alive, or at the very least keep fighting until I knew whoever was left of my crew could get away. The mast I had used as a weapon broke in half, and I would hurdle the remaining half of the mast towards the captain. I would immediately follow up with newfound yet stubborn will power as I ran towards her, or rather, attempted to, I was very clearly limping yet my top heavy weight and my other leg powered through regardless. Flames spewing from my forge-like mouth as I drew closer.

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Freya's men scampered about in panic, but the Captain still stood, clutching her head as the dragon bore down on her. "You're damn stubborn, aren't you? Freya grunted, trying to backtrack. The flames largely moved of their own volition, ebbing and flowing through wind and whatever they consume, so Freya was having a harder time perceiving them. As she continued to back up, she knew the edge of her ship had to come eventually. Between the mast and the open air, she didn't have a lot of room to maneuver.

Clicking her tongue, she really didn't have much choice. Hopping up, she kicked off the fallen mast, getting some much needed air as she hurtled towards the dragon, blade poised to strike.

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Shear determination alone had its limits, the pain I was enduring was beyond my experience, I could feel my very life slip away with the blood leaking from the large wound in my leg, yet even still I had gone in too far to stop now. Watching her leaping up to strike me, I would hold up my arm, allowing my next limb to take the hit from the blade, upon contact I would wince, still shocked the blade can cut through my scales. However as the blade struck me I would, against the desire of my own body and pounding conscience of pain, flex my muscles to help lock her blade inside the wound. I would be grinning had the pain not be so intense. As the blade became trapped in my body my tail lunged out.

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The line of the dragon's will reaching straight into Freya, as she held her blade in his flesh, she couldn't help but wince, an anxious smile creeping on her face as she muttered, "Sneaky littl-"

Jackal's tail snapped out, striking Freya in her side. Her grip wouldn't last this time, and her sword stayed lodged in the dragon's limb. Freya was launched across the deck, bouncing on the mast and landing roughly on the other side, luckily away from the flames.

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For a moment I felt victorious as I was finally able to strike her, however the soon faded as I was reaching limits beyond what force I could make myself muster. My body by now had long given up on me, the only thing keeping me conscience was the thought of my crew's safety. The fight wasn't over, I could keep going, so I thought. I began to struggle, ripping the sword out of my wound before attempting to move over to her. However the longer I stayed conscience the more I began to feel sluggish and hell wash over me. It only took three steps before I collapsed on both knees, though more weight was shifted to my wounded leg. I would try to crawl, move at all or summon more flames in my wake, though this proved useless, and my inevitable defeat came to pass, as I collapsed fully unconscious onto the burning deck. My body would shrink back into a human form, the knight-like armor appeared unscathed yet the blood leaking from it suggested my wounds were still fresh.

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Coughing, Freya took a moment to push herself to her feet. Not sensing any incoming danger, she took her time, shaking her head as she stood straight. Looking back to her opponent, however, he was down for the count.

Freya called, "Anyone who can stand get the last of those fires!" Her men moved, and in just a few minutes, the area around Jackal was quenched. As they worked, Freya surveyed the damage, and not the Conomi Islands, or at least this pocket, more closely resembled a hellscape.

Pulling out a cigarette, she walked over to Jackal, taking her sword off the ground and sheathing it, before taking a seat on the slightly charred deck underneath her. Lighting it one once last ember in the deck, she took a drag before noting to the fallen pirate, the wreckage around them, screams echoing from the nearby town, "What a good kid like you fighting with the people who'd do something like this?"

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I would wince as I struggled to lift my head. Death or slumber, which ever it was unknown to me, yet still called my name in the back of my head, it wouldn't be long before I passed out completely. I barely heard her words, and I had trouble thinking of an answer. She was right, after all, the pirates I worked for weren't exactly the best of people. I suppose I joined out of desperation of continuing a dead legacy, or perhaps it was out of spite for what the marines had done to my birth parents. The screams of innocent lives dying in the distance seemed to shatter my previous reality and guilt filling my body with sin. I could only think of a few words to reply to the marine. "I am Jackal Ventmaw, of the Hellkite Pirates." I managed to speak before finally passing out.

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As one of her men came up with the ship's lone pair of seastone shackles, Freya sighed, "I'll remember that..."

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

A finger to her chin, Lina muttered, "Clothes...clothes...what can we do about clothes... Oh! There's clothing made of Melonberry skin. I hear they have a sweet smell to them."

"Huh!? Really!?" Lino gawked, have bewildered and half hopeful.

"No." Lino's pout intensified. Lina had a slight laugh at her expense, before pulling out a coin purse. Handing over a few coins, she said, "Go get us those drinks, okay? And a snack if you feel like it. I'll be at Suan's."

Lino nodded vigorously, potential glowing in her eyes as she scampered off. Leading the way, Lina noted, "Well, I am supposed to watch you. I'd rather you didn't smell like a drunk sea cucumber if I have to though."

Starting her walk, Lina took Chester out of the crowed area to a slightly less crowded one. The road was a bit wider, so that helped, but there were few preparations going on directly here: the closest was people ferrying goods or materials too and fro. The storefront, labeled Suan's, was a bit empty. The racks of colorful clothing were orderly, and a chubby man rested behind a counter, his feet propped up.

Seeing company, he sat up, smile wide as he said, "Oh, it's Lina! And...some fella?"

Lina smiled, "I'm just doing him a favor...would you be willing to take a rain check for some clothes?"

Suan thought for a moment, before standing, leaning over the counter and getting into Chester's face, one eye leering closer. Finally, he plopped back down, his chair groaning under his weight, before he grinned, "That's fine. I think I owe you and Reno one anyway for all your hard work."

Lina smiled before walking past some of the racks. When she and Chester were far enough away from the counter, she wondered aloud, "So, you're a pirate?"

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

Lina giggled, "That's not even the half of it!" He mood soured as she noted, "I wish there was more I could do with just melonberries though. They're great on their own but the really come out with even just a little sugar..."

Looking back to Chester, she wondered, "But really, who are you?"

"That's what I want to know," came a harsher sounding voice. Stepping over, Lino lit up as the taller, dark eye young man stopped in between Chester and the two girls. His short, pale red hair was barely more than a centimeter long, and he had a black tank top and baggy shorts, his feet bare, and a pair of revolver pistols at his hip. Lino's mood seemed to fall as the guy kept his hard gaze on Chester.

Glancing down at the Fruit in his hand, he demanded, "Where did you steal that from, sea rat?"

Lino pouted, "He didn't steal it..."

Lina added, "And isn't 'sea rat' going a bit too-" Reno raised a hand to quiet her, and her voice fell immediately.

Reno looked over Chester, noting, "A beggar like you has no business here." Turning on his sisters, he added, "And you're too hospitable to strangers."

Lina was silent, but Lino cried, "He's only a little strange!"

Letting out a sigh, Reno looked over to Lina, insisted, "Watch him." Lina nodded, and Reno turned off, heading back into the town.

Lina let out a sigh, her gaze stuck downward for a few moments...

One Piece: Revolution(Closed)

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

One Piece: Revolution(Closed)

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

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

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.

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

I ALREADY FOUND THE THREAD YOU FUCKING NERD

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

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