"Glad you're okay, Sammi. Between you, Grana, and Hal if he stays, the crews going to be loaded when we leave this island" Yoje said with a grin. "Maybe you can save us a trip. Do you know what happened to Inshi and the Buderos that tried to take him out?"
I have been mostly keeping track of the story during my character absent so don't think I had forgotten about this RP.
Jacque is still asleep in the inn as he snoring soloud that it can be heard outside of the door.
At this moment he is having his recurring dream again about of his former life as a marine. He was hanging out with his comrades in Marineford enjoying his time in the marine bar as they were singing along to the song Binks Sake.
"Not really," Sammi said, as she leaned back against the door frame. "While I was there, a few of the Buderos were running around there. I heard most of them were going to take out the Boss but I only dealt with the two who were standing between me and my haul. It had to be a pretty big group though, since the two I took down looked like they would have been missed from the assassin party. Other than that, I didn't see anything."
A couple hours later at the Marine outpost, someone tried to find their current commander. "HEY! We got a call from Porte Carlo! Is the big lug awake yet?"[hr]
A few hours had passed at the Ivory Oyster, and the Yarrakona family eventually all returned to the scene of the rioting. The Budero thugs were better armed, but against pretty much every Yarrakona fighter on the island, they had little choice but to retreat. Inshi cautiously stepped out of the vault he was hiding in. "The noise seems to have died down..." He sat on his desk. "Someone... report..." There was a long period of silence, but one person managed to respond. "Sir... we managed to chase them off, and the reinforcements are going back to where they were before. We have some guys chasing them, but all sorts of mayhem seems to have gone down at the casino as well..." "We'll deal with that later. What is the damage here?" "Safes have been emptied, the place is completely devoid of patrons, and we haven't even started calculating the property damages yet..." The entire time, Inshi heard something tapping on the window behind him. At first he tried to ignore it to talk to his henchman, but the noise became too annoying for him and he turned around.
To his surprise, he was a man on the window. There was no climbing gear or anything to support him. And he seemed to be lying on the window, the same way one would lie down on a bed, his back to Inshi's face. He reached back and kept knocking on the window, then turned his head, seeing the office was no longer empty. A large grin plastered his face as he reached for a baby snail on his wrist. "Mottso. Door." At that, the window shattered, and the man fell into the office, swiftly scrambling to his feet. "Aaaaaah, Oyabun... never would have thought to look behind the bookcase. Been waiting here a while..."
Inshi tried to find a weapon, but there was nothing nearby. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" "Ah, yes, where are my manner... allow me to introduce myself. I am Yedaj, an... emissary if you will. My captain has plans for this island, you see, and we're hoping that at least someone here will cooperate." The man did a quick bow before walking closer to him. Inshi seemed unfazed. "And if I refuse? Your... captain will try something?"
Yedaj laughed and started circling Inshi. "Oh I assure you, your cooperation is optional. We don't need it, but it would make the transition so much easier... and it's in your best interest. We've seen the defenses Lasklee has to offer, and in its current state, it isn't enough to stop us. And by the end of tonight, what little defenses are left won't be an issue..."
"So the man from the south has set his sights on Lasklee..." Inshi mumbled, a couple beads of sweat on his brow. "Aaaaah, so you've heard of him!" Yedaj's grin grew wider, and he stepped forward. "Saves me a lot of explaining. So since you know what you're dealing with, this should make it much simpler: yes or no." Inshi then tried to strike Yedaj, but he simply dodged and pushed Inshi towards the now shattered window, and he stumbled out. However, he only fell a few feet before he had stopped. Yedaj was now standing along the wall, perpendicular to the building, holding Inshi in his open palm. "Long way down from here! Maybe you might want to reconsider..." Inshi growled "Ok! Ok! Just take me to see him!" "Hmmph... very well." Yedaj strolled down the building, eventually reaching the ground, then stepping onto the floor normally. He turned to see the stress and panic had made Inshi pass out. "Ok, Mottso, head to city hall. I'll meet you there with the others. And give them the signal."
[hr]
Outside of city hall, a small band of men were waiting outside. Leading them were a pair of fishmen. One had a bunch of points looking like a Mohawk, large puffy cheeks with his chin protruding out and with numerous tiny spines running down his back and his arms, getting larger around his wrists and forearms. His skin was yellow around his face and chest, pale white for the rest of his body, with little black spots all along him. The only article of clothing he wore was a baggy set of blue pants.. "Ok, Mottso just gave us the signal." He turned to his colleague. He was much taller than his compatriot, with a large grey fin along his back. He kept his eyes closed, with a snout also pointing out. He was a light shade of grey, and well-toned, wearing a red vest and a dark red set of pants that barely covered his webbed feet. "Right..." he murmured, as the band stepped into city hall.
On the other end, a very angry voice called out to him. "Gulligan! I have an ensign here claiming that you were his relief." The voice of Yezeku was in the background. "Hey, Hippocrotes, settle down... he probably made a mistake..."
"You are to return to Porte Carlo now. If you hurry back before the damage becomes too sever, MAYBE we won't have to punish you for these actions you have taken today..." Hippocrates said, an eerie calm to his voice. "But you need to depart soon... your career could depend on it..."
"But sir! I almost..." He was then hit over the head by the snail, "I'm on my way...."
Gulligan and his men proceeded to the harbor, where Gulligan slammed the speed on the boat. He knew if he didn't get back quickly, his career was over. What he didn't realize was that he was sending the ship speeding in the wrong direction....
A couple minutes later, a large explosion burst out most of the windows in city hall and had the place had burst into flames. The bunch of henchmen seemed to be hooking up a bunch of machines. Yedaj, carrying the unconcious Inshi and the portly man with the pipes walked up. One of them handed Yedaj a snail. "The entire city will be able to hear this. We hooked them up to the emergency broadcast system..." Yedaj cackled, handing it to the portly man. "Mottso, if you will?"
Mottso grabbed the transponder, and pressed the button. A loud sound rang through the island, and he boomed into the transponder "CITIZENS OF LASKLEE! LISTEN UP!"
[hr]
Peter heard the initial announcement "What the hell was that noise?!?"
Sammi turned her head away from her treasures as the command boomed across the island. "What the fuck? Now who's trying to pull chains here? This island has too much shit happening..."
Hal groaned and shut his briefcase as he listened to the voice booming out across the island. He went over towards the window to see if he could find out what was going on and saw smoke rising up in the distance. "Dammit... This island just can't catch a break lately. The sooner we get outta here the better."
Before his dream shift to the horrible event in Marineford, a loud sound doom into his eat. The sound was load enough to wake Jacque up from his slumber.
It seen he had not fully gotten his rest as he still feel drowsy and dazed as he rise up from the bed. He yawns as he wonders why he had gotten up.
Ok so where am I? Oh yeah I'm in the inn and I'm here because of that guy stab me in the thigh. Why his name again? Better yet why am I up now? I'm still sleepy maybe I should... no wait! Something woke me up so I'm in danger right now! Well for thing there no fire so I'm not in too much danger....
"It's probably not Inshi making this announcement...Could more Marines have come to the island?"
They would probably hear more from this voice soon enough, and Yoje doubted it would be good news for him and the crew.
"I guess there really is no rest for the weary," Alaena muttered, lifting herself up off her bed to take a look outside. The numerous injuries of Peter's crew and her own wounds took up an hour of her time once they were back at the inn, and now there seemed to be little chance for her to sleep for the night. 'Suppose I should see what's going on,' she thought as she got up from the bed slowly, making her way to her satchels and changing into her shirt and pants should the need for combat arise.
"I'd rather that not happen though," she stated quietly, exiting her room to go and find the few allies she had on this island.
Peter tried to get to the roof to get a better look, to try and see what was going on. He could see the smoke, and a bunch of people heading south.
[hr]
Mottso then continued once he saw more of the people coming out, and the quartet began heading towards the harbor, the thugs covering their exit. "Your two main forces of defense have been battered and beaten! Your infrastructure lies behind us in flames, and waving our flag! The Marines have quit trying to enforce law on this island! This island now belongs to us! We shall leave tonight, but we shall return with an army!"
The two fishmen jumped into the water, Mottso getting on the spiny one and Yedaj on the tall one, Inshi clinging to his back. "Watch yourself fishy...." Yedaj warned, desperately trying to avoid any contact with the ocean. "Right... humans like you don't do well in water, do they?" the slim person mocked.
Mottso just turned back city as they started speeding away, and while static started to come through as the signal weakened, his voice was still loud enough to overcome it and be heard across all speakers on the island. "Prepare what little defenses you have left, so we can route the resistance, because in 12 hours, we shall return with our captain, this island's new ruler, ROGER HARLIGOLD!"
Ok, we are once again in downtime, kinda. The threat is approaching, but with little that can be done, the crew must rest, recuperate, and decide just what it is they must do next! Some may try and convince the others to cut their losses and run, others might try to decide that it's the right thing to do to stay and fight.
I'll give a warning when I'm about to start the next arc to give everyone time to wrap up whatever they are doing, so don't be afraid to go off on a tangent. Develop your characters a little more, interact with each other, or just mess around and try and lighten the mood. The clock is ticking!
"Roger Harligold..." a young redhaired woman repeated the name as she hurried back to her home. Her adoptive parents were already there, their arms around one another - presumably to provide a sense of security for one another - and watching her as she got closer. When the young woman was close enough, the man of the couple called out to her. "Marielle! Hurry!"
She did so, picking up the pace for the final few seconds of the journey, and the three of them entered the small house they called home. The place was fairly tidy and organised: there was nothing fantastic to it, but it was a home and had everything the trio needed.
"What - what are we going to do, Ainha?" Marielle asked of her 'father' once they were inside, curious as to how he had taken the recent developments. She rarely called either of the two adults by a simple 'mum' or 'dad'.
"I... I don't know for certain, sweetheart," Ainha answered, hesitant as he took a seat with his wife, Lilliena. "The city will soon devolve into chaos, I believe, and I don't want any of us to be caught up in the middle of it... Yes. We can't stay here, we have to go. It'll be too much to deal with, even for all three of us."
"But... but this is our home, it always has been," Marielle began, now confused. The destruction of the city hall had thrown her completely; as if the recent events weren't bad enough, what with the violence, the rumours and the bloodshed. Lasklee was her home; she had no other. "And where would we go? What would we do?"
"We can stay with my mother, she'll take us in if we leave Lasklee," Lilliena piped up. Her voice was quiet, subdued, but she had come up with a good idea. Marielle had once met Lilliena's mother, Jansine, when she had come to the island for a visit; she was a kind, caring person, approving of her adopted grandchild.
"Yes. Jansine will help us. But we have to get off the island, though... there'll probably be a ship willing to take us in," Ainha mused, getting up and pacing back and forth as he did so. "That should work. People will be leaving anyway, given the state of the city, so we could jump on a transport ship with others. Let's get moving. We shouldn't take too long, or we'll miss a ride that can get us away from here." The man of the family turned and hurried into one of the bedrooms: Marielle watched him go. She didn't want to leave, even though big changes would be made in less than twelve hours. Lasklee was all she had ever known, in the three years of life she remembered.
Besides, she was curious about who this Harligold person was. He was obviously someone important... and she wanted to see just how important. Perhaps the forces that had acted against the Buderos and Yarrakonas would show themselves against Harligold, and she wanted to be there to see that happen. Maybe she could even help them... once she found them.
"Lilliena?" Marielle began as she sat down with her 'mother'. "I want to stay. I wanna see if I can help the others that stay behind, maybe even do something against this Harligold person."
"Marielle, that's sweet of you, but I don't think it's a good idea," Lilliena answered, pulling Marielle into a close hug on the couch for a few seconds. "Whoever these people are, they're probably just as powerful as the Buderos or the Yarrakona family. They'll have trained fighters, or at least be good with a weapon... you're not a fighter."
"I have my own weapon," Marielle shot back, looking up into the slightly taller woman's eyes. "I'm good enough with it to stand up in a fight, surely... if it has to come to a fight. It doesn't have to, of course. We learn by doing, that's what you always say... and helping others is a good opportunity for me to learn, I think. Lilliena, please. I want to stay, I want to help. Running away from problems never solves them, no matter how big or small they are." She also wanted to find the people who were the subject of the many rumours about the city: the people who were responsible for the attacks on the Buderos and Yarrakonas. They were either brave, skilled, stupid, or a combination of the three, to take on two powerful families and remain standing.
Lilliena fell silent, looking at the young woman who had been in her care for the past three years. Times were changing, and perhaps people had to change with them. Her eyes lingered on Marielle's face for a few seconds. The twenty-year-old looked straight back, resolute in her request.
"You're so young, sweetie. But you're right. I wish I had had your sense of wisdom when I was your age," she eventually said, giving Marielle a small smile. "Tell you what, I'll give you some of our money, and you can stay behind... if you promise me you'll find a way to come back to us. Visit us when you can."
"I promise," Marielle instantly answered, with no hesitation in her suddenly serious voice. She had no qualms about doing so: she loved her family and would do anything for them.
Hello, all. Our GM has kindly accepted my application to join this RP. Without further ado: Marielle Villeneuve, ladies and gentlemen.
Appearance: Standing at about 5'7" tall, Marielle is a feather of a woman, though some would probably find her looks attractive. She has straight, dark red hair that extends down to about her shoulder blades, and is tied back in a ponytail. A few locks of hair usually end up in front of her bright green eyes or resting on her forehead, giving her what she likes to think of as a roguish or mischievous look. She has many scars all over her body, but has no idea how they got there. They all look very old, as if she got them when she was little. Her fingernails have been permanently coloured royal blue; this was caused by consumption of a Devil Fruit.
Marielle wears dark-coloured pants, simple shoes and a white shirt. A slightly oversized (but still lightweight) blue and black jacket, with white stripes running down the sleeves, completes her attire. She also has a small backpack containing her other possessions. She carries a few small trinkets about her person or in her bag; they are not particularly valuable.
Personality: Marielle is a fairly quiet girl; knowing when to hold one's tongue comes from living in a violent place. She distrusts men who arrogantly portray themselves as being big, strong and important, used to having their way; she has had bad experiences with such men in the past. In the right circumstances, Marielle will quickly befriend most people as long as they are willing to trust her.
Marielle is reluctant to talk about her past, even to close friends. The truth of the matter is that she cannot remember a large amount of her own history. At least seventeen years of her life are missing: it is just not in her mind. The earliest event that she clearly remembers is when she was seventeen years of age, when she found herself alone in the middle of a field outside of Lasklee.
She can occasionally be found studying some of the small objects in her possession. Even though many would see them as simple little things, they are a mystery to her even now, one that will not unravel itself. She does not know why they were with her when she woke up.
Role on the Crew: None. Marielle is currently acting independently of Captain Tew and his crew. Skills/Abilities: Since her consumption of the Chui-Chui no Mi fruit at the age of eighteen, Marielle has been gifted with a strange power. She is able to generate harmful energy from her hands and/or mouth. As an aside, her fingernails were turned royal blue as a result of eating the fruit.
This energy is a solid, royal blue in colour, the same as her nails. Taking the form of either a tight shockwave or a small orb, they stagger targets on impact. Injuries are sometimes caused if a target is caught in the wave for too long. However, Marielle has never used this power with the intent to deliberately wound or kill, only to defend herself.
Marielle is still trying to fully master her ability; she only gained it just under two years ago, so she has a fairly decent grasp over it. The power requires a particular hand gesture to activate it: Marielle's shockwaves are generated through a flat palm pointed at the target, with the fingers and thumb bent inward to press against the palm. It is only through this position that the shockwaves can actually be released; Marielle does not suffer any side effects from not releasing a shockwave for extended periods of time. She has tried to use her power through other gestures, but all others failed. She does not yet fully understand how she can produce her ability from her mouth, and tries to avoid doing so, especially in public or when speaking.
Marielle does not carry weapons of any kind, nor does she have any weapon-based training.
Background: Marielle has known no cities other than the violent Lasklee. She remembers absolutely nothing earlier than the day she woke up lying in a field outside of Lasklee. She was seventeen years old, fully clothed and with a backpack lying close to her previously unconscious form. She tried to think of something, anything, which could have gotten her into this position, but came up empty-handed. The girl couldn't even claim to have a name of her own: she simply did not know it. She didn't know anything about herself, nor where she was and how she had come to be here.
The unnamed girl had wandered into the city, looking for directions or guidance. The few people that were willing to speak to her, since she was a complete stranger, gave her simple directions about Lasklee but little else. She spent her nights in back alleys and on street corners, having no money to rent a room in an inn. She stole food from stands in the markets just to get by: she had no choice, and each time she tried to find some way to repay the people from whom she had taken. Usually it didn't go so well, though she managed to stay out of trouble with both the law and the feuding families.
After a week of rough nights and thievery, a man and his wife found the teenager sleeping rough and accepted her into their home. Ainha and Lilliena Villeneuve gave the girl shelter and food, and compensated merchants for the losses of their goods... but they also gave her a name.
Marielle. Marielle Avacin Villeneuve. She loved her name.
Marielle soon settled into life with her adoptive parents, quickly becoming part of the family: Lilliena sometimes described her as 'the daughter she could never have', and Marielle sometimes wondered what she meant by that. Both of her 'parents' were in their late thirties. In her new home, with her new family, the teenager became accustomed to life on the island in due course. She put waking up in the field behind her... for the most part. The trinkets and possessions she had had with her were an enigma to her; she did not trade them or give them away. Rather, she wondered why they had been there. Had she owned them before arriving in Lasklee, or were they given to her? She didn't know, and no-one on the island could help her to find out.
When Marielle was eighteen years of age, the Villeneuve household was raided by members of the Budero family. The small band barged in right in the middle of their evening meal, and the leader demanded to know where Ainha had hidden something. They called the object they were looking for some sort of 'Devil Fruit'... Marielle recalled Ainha telling her the little he knew about them. Despite threats, Ainha refused to give the Budero gang what they wanted, claiming that he knew nothing about such things. In response, the leader grabbed Marielle and held a knife to her throat.
Ainha had gotten up from his seat and opened a small box on the mantelpiece... but what he took from it was nothing like a fruit. It was a pistol, which he promptly used to shoot the leader in the foot. Marielle immediately fled into the safe arms of her family, while Ainha threatened the Budero gang with the gun. They left the house in a hurry... and an hour later, so did the Villeneuve family. By shooting a Budero man, even if it was a superficial injury, retribution could soon follow.
The Villeneuves went into hiding for the next month, sheltered by close friends until the Budero had forgotten about the incident and moved on; there were bigger fish to fry than a grunt getting shot. It was during this time that Ainha told Marielle more than he had informed the thugs: he did in fact possess a Devil Fruit, given to him by a traveller in exchange for temporary hospitality. And he wanted Marielle to have it. The Chui-Chui no Mi was a small thing: roughly the size of a closed fist, it was bluish-black in colour. "I do not know the power you will gain from this, Marielle; it could be anything. Should you choose to eat it, you must be willing to take on both its unknown powers and the weaknesses that come with them," he had warned.
After keeping the fruit in her possession for a while, making up her mind, Marielle came to a decision and ate the Chui-Chui no Mi. It tasted foul, almost as if it were designed to make her sick. Some berries could do that. Aside from the fruit turning her fingernails permanently blue - which was a little strange, but an aesthetic change she liked - nothing out of the ordinary happened for the first few weeks or so. Until one day when she accidentally shattered a window with a blast of blue light from her hands. Ainha and Lilliena immediately began to try to teach Marielle to control her newfound power, though they didn't know anything about it. In the year that followed, Marielle honed her skills and learned to better control them. She also learned of the problems caused by having eaten a Devil Fruit: both the physical issue of water and Seastone, and the social stigma of being called a freak. Marielle tried to hide her power as best she could, having no desire to defend herself through using it.
In recent days, Marielle has heard rumours that both of the feuding families, Budero and Yarrakona, have been attacked by unknown sources. With the increasing violence spreading throughout the island, she and her adoptive parents have been raided multiple times, or forced to move. The destruction of the city hall has panicked many people, including Ainha and Lilliena: they plan to leave Lasklee as soon as possible. Marielle, however, has elected to stay on the island. She is curious to know who this Roger Harligold is, and who the strange people are who have caused all this commotion.
Bounty: None. Other: None.
Addendum: I have discussed certain aspects of the character with Omega, and as GM he has full knowledge of Marielle's past and the events involved.
The announcement blasted over the island and was not very warmly received in Sammi's head. "You kidding me?" she asked rhetorically. "I thought we just got done knocking the head guys out? Now there's another one coming in? Damn, I didn't think there was anything worth saving on this hunk of rock now that we've looted it pretty well. Why do people want this place so bad?"
Hal stared intently out the inn window at the smoke rising in the distance, listening carefully to the announcement. His jaw dropped when he heard that Roger Harligold would be coming to take over Lasklee. He had heard rumors about Roger in his travels, and all of them suggested that he wasn't somebody Hal ever wanted to tangle with. "So... Guess we got 12 hours to get outta here, right guys?" Hal said to the others with a nervous chuckle. "I mean this is a problem for the Marines. We should just let them take care of.... Oh shit."
Talking about the Marines had reminded Hal of Peter's little scuffle with them earlier. It didn't seem like the big guy with the cannon would be back in action anytime soon. Tozani was dead, Inishi was wounded, and their gangs were in shambles. Without even realizing it, they had pretty much cleared the way for Roger and his crew. "Yeah, this place is pretty fucked I think..."
After the announcement finished Alaena left the rooftop without a word; heading back downstairs to her room with a number of plans forming in her head. Most were half-baked pieces that were of no use on their own, but putting them together as a whole would create a solid plan. 'And that's what the people here need: a plan to protect the city. I need to head to city hall,' she thought as she entered her room, quickly changing her clothes to the ones she would normally wear as the Archer, sans her cloak though.
"I need to get another one soon," Alaena muttered, remembering that wasn't the only thing she'd have to get. A light sigh escaped her after she peeled the bandages around her eye off to check on the injury in her bathroom. There was numerous bruises around the area, including numerous cuts and scrapes that would become scars soon enough. 'And of course the whole lack of an eye. At least it's not infected.'
Her quiver was re-filled and hung on her back, the rest of her weapons being attached quickly after. "And now to city hall," she told herself, leaving her room and heading out of the inn into the crowded street.
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