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On a certain island...
@kakashi19283
It had been quite some time since Mr. Halloween had made a rest stop to deal with a few clients of his. They were already prepared to deal with him as he had made his way onto the island to collect his dues. A small army of men had noticed his arrival on a small boat that looked like a coffin of sorts. No...was he riding on a single coffin? A most bizarre thing. The cloaked man with the silly-looking mask stepped out with a gleeful expression until he noticed all of the guns that were all drawn on him! However, as the man all displayed a look of fear onto their faces, Mr. Halloween could only scratch his head as to why thy were all turning on him.
"Um, excuse me. But I believe I had handed you a few bodies to use as meat shields. But the debt was never payed. I've simply come to collect." He spoke in a soft but matter o fact tone. The men seemed to have all their guns cocked and pointed right towards his head as he raised his hands up as if to surrender.
"No way! We already figured out you're identity and how you're known to screw people out of a deal. They had the same dead people on their side too!" A look of intense panic was set in as Halloween decided to slowly move closer with his hands still up in the air. A look of confidence could be seen on the mask that he wore, not caring about the amounts of weapons the others had. The tall man was known for his deceitful ways of playing both sides during a fight.
"Seems bizarre. I would never do such a thing. And well, frankly, you were supposed to deliver a small tribute even if you failed to win your territory back. I can't let you walk away from that. Makes me look bad. You all get one chance, before I have to get messy.
The group of mafia folk seemed to show a small sign of hesitation before their leader signaled them to all start opening fire at the man, who was far too fast for them to even hit. With a few simple steps, Mr. Halloween had made their way towards their leader, grabbing him and holding him as a hostage before one of his hands moved towards his right arm. The leader seemed to show small signs of pain as the cloaked man began slowly squeezing his arm from the lightest touch. The other men seemed to stand down as Mr. Halloween started to speak in a harsher tone.
"Ya know, I didn't even want any money per say! I was just looking a for a certain pirate who might be in the Grand Line at this point...! It could've been easy, but now you have to make this worse on you."
Now deciding to simply twist his arm until a sudden 'pop' was heard caused all the men for him to beg not to kill him as Halloween merely looked on with coldness that could be seen on his expression that he showed. He didn't seem for much in the mood to play games today. He then proceeded to casually toss him to the ground as he began to crack his knuckles and comically started pulling his sleeves as if to start boxing against the men.
"Alright. If he won't walk, I suppose I'll have to start getting it outta somebody here. Whatever makes them croak!"
@kakashi19283
It had been quite some time since Mr. Halloween had made a rest stop to deal with a few clients of his. They were already prepared to deal with him as he had made his way onto the island to collect his dues. A small army of men had noticed his arrival on a small boat that looked like a coffin of sorts. No...was he riding on a single coffin? A most bizarre thing. The cloaked man with the silly-looking mask stepped out with a gleeful expression until he noticed all of the guns that were all drawn on him! However, as the man all displayed a look of fear onto their faces, Mr. Halloween could only scratch his head as to why thy were all turning on him.
"Um, excuse me. But I believe I had handed you a few bodies to use as meat shields. But the debt was never payed. I've simply come to collect." He spoke in a soft but matter o fact tone. The men seemed to have all their guns cocked and pointed right towards his head as he raised his hands up as if to surrender.
"No way! We already figured out you're identity and how you're known to screw people out of a deal. They had the same dead people on their side too!" A look of intense panic was set in as Halloween decided to slowly move closer with his hands still up in the air. A look of confidence could be seen on the mask that he wore, not caring about the amounts of weapons the others had. The tall man was known for his deceitful ways of playing both sides during a fight.
"Seems bizarre. I would never do such a thing. And well, frankly, you were supposed to deliver a small tribute even if you failed to win your territory back. I can't let you walk away from that. Makes me look bad. You all get one chance, before I have to get messy.
The group of mafia folk seemed to show a small sign of hesitation before their leader signaled them to all start opening fire at the man, who was far too fast for them to even hit. With a few simple steps, Mr. Halloween had made their way towards their leader, grabbing him and holding him as a hostage before one of his hands moved towards his right arm. The leader seemed to show small signs of pain as the cloaked man began slowly squeezing his arm from the lightest touch. The other men seemed to stand down as Mr. Halloween started to speak in a harsher tone.
"Ya know, I didn't even want any money per say! I was just looking a for a certain pirate who might be in the Grand Line at this point...! It could've been easy, but now you have to make this worse on you."
Now deciding to simply twist his arm until a sudden 'pop' was heard caused all the men for him to beg not to kill him as Halloween merely looked on with coldness that could be seen on his expression that he showed. He didn't seem for much in the mood to play games today. He then proceeded to casually toss him to the ground as he began to crack his knuckles and comically started pulling his sleeves as if to start boxing against the men.
"Alright. If he won't walk, I suppose I'll have to start getting it outta somebody here. Whatever makes them croak!"