Island Conomi Islands

[The Fool]

[CONOMI ISLANDS]​

Post 8 - [ @Emperor Cross | @Einsauer ]​

The air felt too tight to breathe, thick with blood and salt, and Sam knew before he lifted his head that nothing here was finished. Gochi’s laughter rang out sharp and ugly, echoing between the buildings as he turned fully toward him, those wide eyes locking onto the bruises and torn scales that still stung with every breath. Sam’s muscles tensed on instinct, body screaming at him to move, to strike, to do anything but stay where he was, yet his feet stayed planted, heavy as stone.

Shaarib’s voice cut through the noise, calm but carrying, and Sam felt the shift immediately. The kind that came just before violence, when everyone stopped pretending and started choosing sides. Gochi did not take the offered hand, did not back down, only puffed himself up further, brag and fury twisting together as he spoke of conquest and names and pride. Sam could hear it clearly now, the challenge, the promise of blood that followed every word.

Then the blind man spoke, and that changed everything. The threat was not loud, but it was real, and Sam felt it in his bones. Either lead them to Arlong or be broken where he stood. Simple. Brutal. Honest. Gochi’s grin twitched, and for the first time there was something uncertain in it, something sharp and dangerous rather than playful.

Sam shifted his stance, lowering his centre, hands curling slowly as heat ran through his arms. He did not know who would strike first, only that when it happened there would be no space left for words. Around them the town had gone silent, shutters closed, breath held, waiting to see which monster would move.

And Sam was ready to meet whichever one did.

 

[Einsauer]

Gochi once more sniffed at the air, gathering a functional awareness of the entire area. He could essentially see the entire area they found themselves in, the smell of fresh pie two streets over couldn't help put pull a bit of his attention for a moment. He turned back to Sam for a moment... Gochi had eaten many a fishman, for that reason he wasn't typically inclined to partake in cannibalism unprompted.

- "Although I am here for the same reason as my dear, I can't accept rats like you trying to bully the weak. " Interject the blind man." Either show me where Arlong is, or get wrecked, my yellow fishman.

Immediately the piranha boy's head snapped around and centered on Shaarib. "YOU'RE LOOKING FOR BIG BRO?" He asked, with a tone of confusion or maybe excitement- his shrill voice made inflection a bit hard to pick up on for the untrained ear. His big, toothy mouth hung open beneath his hat, slobber hanging from his lower lip. "ME TOO!" He added.

Sweet, standing around the corner of a building directly near this meeting squinted at her companion's yapping. She was beginning to worry if she left him to keep rambling without her there he would say more than he was supposed to. She slid the chains from her wrists quietly into a crate already filled with various supplies. She kept her ears perked, trying to pick up on every word said around the corner whilst she considered what her play would be in this situation. Sweet was still wholly unaware of who it was that Gochi was speaking to at the moment.

Unprompted, Gochi felt the need to inform everyone: "THERE'S A BLUEBERRY PIE!" He pointed in the exact direction of the pie even though the view of said pie was being blocked by multiple buildings.

@Emperor Cross @The Fool

 

[Emperor Cross]

Immediately the piranha boy's head snapped around and centered on Shaarib. "YOU'RE LOOKING FOR BIG BRO?" He asked, with a tone of confusion or maybe excitement- his shrill voice made inflection a bit hard to pick up on for the untrained ear. His big, toothy mouth hung open beneath his hat, slobber hanging from his lower lip. "ME TOO!" He added.

The blind man's left eyebrow slowly rose. The fishman named Gochi called Arlong "Big Bro", a term of endearment for one dear. Shaarib's doubts were confirmed. He was on the enemy's grounds. All the likability of the small pirae evaporated in thin air. Any friend of Arlong was a threat to this island's peace. Arlong was not a small fry going on adventures for fun and making friends along the way. He was a charismatic dog, his ideology penetrated deep into the mind of the younger generation of fishmen, Hody and his goons were all his followers... And they nearly succeeded in their Coup.

If the small kid wanted to act like a grown-up, the birdman would never stop him. He will just accept his wishes and act accordingly. For now, he hzd better things to do, Shaarib had given the yellow pirate an ultimatum, and the bandit wanted to play in his face. With a sigh, the marine readied himself once more. In an instant, the marine was upon his foe, his elastic leg already launched towards the pirate's belly.

- " Gomu Gomu no Jet Stamp ! "

Gomu Gomu no Jet Stamp: The user delivers a Gomu Gomu no Stamp, with the same effect as the Jet Pistol.
Requirements:(41 Mastery, 41 Strength)
Destructive Potency Rank: B ==> A (Injection) ==> 120: 5. Town Level + 3 (A) + 2 (Invisible Haki) ==> 11. Small Continent Level (120 speed)

 

[The Fool]

[CONOMI ISLANDS]​

Post 9 [ @Emperor Cross | @Einsauer ]​

The moment Gochi called Arlong his brother, Sam felt something ugly twist in his gut. The name carried weight, history, blood soaked memory that clung to these islands like rot. He did not look away from Shaarib as he spoke, his voice cutting through the tension, low and edged with warning.

“How do you know Arlong?” Sam demanded. “Why do you speak his name so easily?”

The answer never came in words. It came in movement.

Shaarib shifted, pressure snapping tight like a drawn wire, and Sam saw it. The instant before violence. Seawater surged at his arm as he stepped forward, Haki flooding through the gathered liquid until it darkened and hardened, trembling with restrained force. Sam’s eyes locked onto the marine as he shouted, “O Yabusame!”

The attack tore forward in a brutal roar. Massive cannonball like masses of water slammed through the street, not piercing but crushing, the ground buckling beneath the impact as stone split and debris erupted into the air. Sam drove in behind the strike, teeth clenched, Haki pulsing through his arm as the shockwaves rippled outward.

Shaarib did not yield. He burst through the chaos, elastic limb snapping out with terrifying speed as the air warped around the collision. The clash was immediate and violent, hardened force smashing into the water barrage as the street caved beneath them. Sam skidded back half a step, boots grinding against shattered stone, his arm still raised, Haki humming as he held his ground. This was no warning strike. This was intent laid bare.

The world seemed to hold its breath as the clash tore through the street. Sam barely had time to register the shift before a body was hurled sideways through the chaos. Someone caught in the crossfire. The impact was heavy and ugly, the sound of flesh striking stone echoing sharply as the man crashed to the ground and rolled to a stop.

Sam’s eyes flicked to him for a split second. The man was alive, breathing hard, clutching his arm as he tried and failed to push himself up. The limb shook violently, pain radiating through it in visible waves. No blood. No twisted angles. Just a deep, throbbing agony already blooming beneath the skin, dark bruises surfacing where the force had struck.

The distraction was brief, but it lingered. Sam steadied himself again, shoulders squared, water still circling his arm as Haki pulsed beneath the surface. This fight was no longer contained. Innocents were close, too close, and the cost of hesitation was already written into the street. The stand off sharpened, heavier now, charged with consequence as Sam refocused on the figures before him, fully aware that the next exchange would only be worse.

Spoiler: Stats

Level 60
60 x 5 = 300
Strength: 31+30=61
Speed: 75+6=81, 81x2 = 162
-Reaction: 81
-Movement: 81
Vitality: 52+30=82, 82x2 = 164
-Durability: 82
-Stamina: 82
Haki: 61, 61x2 = 122
-Armament Haki: 61
-Observation Haki: 61
-Conqueror's Haki
Martial Arts: 81, 81x2 = 162
-Fishman Karate: 81
-Boxing: 81

Spoiler: DPR

Sam Fishman Karate = 81 (Large Building Level ) + DPR A (+3) + 2 Hardening = Island Level

Result: Attack is 3 DPR higher: Overwhelms the weaker attack but loses 2~DPR

Small Continet - 2 DPR = Small Country Level

Sam Dura = 82 = Town Level

Result of DPR = DPR 2 or more higher than dura: super effective

 

[Einsauer]

The familiar scent of haki seemed to smack Gochi in the nose, his round head pulled away a bit instinctively but soon adjusted to what he was sensing in front of him. His head snapped over to the target of the strange attack as the outcome of the clash became clear to the observers around. As Sam rose Gochi cackled maniacally and began slobbering, now beginning to expect a meal.
"ARE YOU GONNA EAT HIM OR WHAT, HIMOTHY?" He asked Shaarib, expecting the marine to soon kill Sam.

Captain Sweet Einsauer sighed from the alleyway, without her cabin boy's nose she wouldn't have an easy path to Arlong. She poked her head around the corner, her eyes first spotting Gochi's idiotic little frame being the closest to her, then in the distance a fishman fighting to stand on his feet, and then--
For a brief moment her eyes glossed over with raw hatred and anger, it was him- Shaarib Hassan- here looking for Arlong once again. She pulled her head back around the corner and grit her teeth-

That idiotic little piranha was out in a courtyard antagonizing a professional fishman murderer. There simply wasn't enough time to think up something solid, Sweet swallowed hard before allowing her demeanor to rapidly shift. She slid her hat into her vest and tied her hair back into a ponytail using a leather strap.
She continued listening to the conflict unfold around the corner from her.

'What IS this insane string of bad luck?' Sweet couldn't help but ponder to herself. Sweet remained silent, trying to reduce her presence to that of a nervous eavesdropper. Her cold glare was now wide-eyed and tucked low into the alley. Was there any merit in attempting to save this yellow fishman... or even Gochi for that matter? Sweet pondered this very sentiment all the while she sat patiently, a pit growing in her gaunt stomach.

@Emperor Cross @The Fool

 

[Emperor Cross]

Shaarib found it fascinating that the fish had survived. The soldier looked around him. He had not taken the human victims into account. He had acted confidently, certain of his abilities, certain of his speed; perhaps he had underestimated his opponent. He had faltered. He had failed in his primary mission: to protect the innocent.

An overwhelming feeling seized him. His veins twitched, his blood boiled, the temperature kept rising, until thick white smoke escaped from his pores, almost comical for a situation that was anything but.

The former hero looked around once more. The villagers had begun to flee. He no longer inspired confidence. The colors once attributed to them had lost their soft, warm green and turned into a very pale blue. A blue that reflected only one thing: despair. Was he about to break the promises he had made again ? Was he going to leave them in trouble once more ?


The man named Gochi beside him did not even seem concerned about what was happening. Just like the fool who, instead of screaming in agony, seemed to be hiding his pain as best he could. A junkie, for sure.


Fight, fight, and fight again, he no longer wanted to. He had to do better. He had to do more. But he knew he could no longer calm his emotions. He had lost control of them.


The bird began to laugh, a laugh that could only foretell bad omens. Shaarib was going to be insulted by his superiors. They would not accept what was about to happen. If he suddenly cut the power to an entire island, how would the villagers be able to report what was happening there ?


Our hero was brave, yes but his heart was filled with doubt. He had lost what mattered most in this profession: the trust of the people. He had become a laughingstock in the newspapers. That stupid yellow fish had made a fool of him.

Maybe… maybe… maybe not…


Shaarib wanted to find excuses, and to do so he had to listen to the demons whispering in his ears. He shook his head violently, and suddenly the ground began to tremble. Stones floated into the air. Sparks started bursting from behind the blind man’s sunglasses. Then lightning— a storm that suddenly engulfed the entire island. A tsunami wave that would subdue anyone with less willpower than our ensign; he was going to bring an entire island to its knees. Many would lose consciousness, perhaps even break bones. And so, by subduing all the weak, only the strong would remain. Then he would simply have to hunt down those left standing.


It was time to act. No more jokes. They had to stop laughing at his name and his actions. He had made a threat that had not been accepted, not even recognized as such. Shaarib had then tried to make the pirate realize the mistake he was making, he had wanted him to understand, or rather to grasp, the difference in level between the two of them, and it had failed. The yellow fish, loyal to his captain, refused to back down.


And so, our proud and self-important bird flipped the table.

 

[The Fool]

[CONOMI ISLANDS]​

Post 10 - [ @Emperor Cross | @Einsauer ]​

The air shifted again, and Sam felt it before he saw it. The pressure rolling off Shaarib was no longer controlled or measured. It was swelling, unstable, like a storm building behind a dam that had already begun to crack. Gochi’s manic laughter grated against Sam’s ears, the piranha’s voice shrill as he slobbered and jeered, asking whether the marine intended to eat him. Sam did not spare him a glance. Predators who talked that much rarely understood the weight of what stood before them.

Then the ground trembled.

At first it was subtle, a vibration beneath Sam’s boots. Then stones began to lift from the street, rising in jagged fragments as if dragged upward by invisible hooks. The air grew hotter, thicker, and white smoke started to curl into the sky from Shaarib’s body. Sam narrowed his eyes. This was no ordinary escalation. This was a man unravelling in real time.

Villagers fled in every direction. Doors slammed. Footsteps scattered. Sam heard it all through the rising roar in his ears. He steadied his breathing, ignoring the dull throb in his arm from the earlier clash, focusing instead on the gathering surge ahead. Sparks flared behind the marine’s dark lenses. Lightning cracked across the sky without warning, a violent burst that split the air and rolled outward in a deafening boom.

The pressure hit like a physical wall.

It pressed against Sam’s chest, against his skull, a wave of force that sought to crush weaker wills into the dirt. He bent his knees slightly, anchoring himself as the street buckled and debris spiralled around them. The sensation was overwhelming, like standing at the centre of a collapsing sea, yet he refused to bow. His jaw tightened. He would not kneel. Not here. Not again.

Gochi’s earlier bravado faltered, if only for a flicker. Even from the corner of his eye Sam could see the shift in posture, the realisation that this was no longer theatre. This was annihilation dressed as justice.

Lightning split the clouds again, illuminating Shaarib in stark white light, smoke coiling from his frame as if the man were burning from within. The storm swallowed the courtyard whole. Windows shattered. Roof tiles ripped free. The island itself seemed to groan under the weight of his fury.

Sam rolled his shoulders back despite the ache that flared through his arm. Fear whispered at the edges of his mind, but he crushed it down. If this marine intended to bring the entire island to its knees just to prove a point, then he would have to step over Sam to do it.

Water began to gather at his feet, drawn from shattered barrels and the damp air itself, trembling in response to his will.

The stand off was over.

This was war.

Spoiler: OOC

Einsauer posting before Cross threw me off. Here's me still expecting a reply from Einsauer lol

 

[Einsauer]

Then lightning— a storm that suddenly engulfed the entire island. A tsunami wave that would subdue anyone with less willpower than our ensign; he was going to bring an entire island to its knees. Many would lose consciousness, perhaps even break bones. And so, by subduing all the weak, only the strong would remain. Then he would simply have to hunt down those left standing.

The little fish boy stood still, almost as if the concrete wall of haki slamming into him had no effect. The energy seemed to crackle off his little blue form, his head absolutely locked onto the birdman. He wanted to laugh, but something about this was...
"KING SMELL..." He said, a smell he recognized off of opponents like Blackbeard in the past, not to mention his own tantrums often left behind the same kingly scent. A big smile appeared under his hat. "I KNEW I SMELLED SOMETHING FAMIL--" His tiny blue legs wobbled suddenly from beneath him, the drool hanging from his mouth becoming even more exaggerated now. "OH?" He chirped, not used to being overwhelmed by another's will- then suddenly the piranha pirate toppled backward, loudly snoring. His will still gnawing its way to the surface even through his sleeping body, it fought against the Devil's Voice tooth and nail- not content with being overshadowed by another.

Sweet, around the corner, was now more awake than ever. Her eyes betrayed a hint of nervousness at the sudden explosion of Conqueror's Haki, she was used to these outbursts of Conqueror's Haki, but this was far more potent and heavy than what she was conditioned to. She shakily took a knee before peering around the corner to see Shaarib Hassan emanating a crackling aura engulfing far beyond the courtyard area, a yellow fishman shakily standing his ground, and Gochi genuinely sleeping amidst the chaos. If Shaarib weren't one of her biggest targets, she'd be impressed that he managed to outwill her cabin boy.

Though, of course, no will rivalled her own. She merely didn't possess this bizarre form of haki. No amount of training could change that...

She couldn't throw herself into the actively burning fire, so Sweet continued waiting- eyes locked on Shaarib Hassan, her head kept low, her intentions kept locked away. She couldn't afford to risk any of her plans over whatever was happening in this courtyard. Her softened eyes, still watching the battle unfold with extreme scrutiny, watching for any sort of weakness to be exploited- all whilst seeing her over-extended rook sleeping before the enemy in her bottom periphery.

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[Emperor Cross]

# They fell, so many of them. The soldier had accomplished his objective. Or perhaps not? In front of him lay dozens of unconscious people, but there, standing idly, was the bandit, a pirate with neither charisma nor presence. The youngful young man named Gochi had fallen asleep while the one in yellow fought with all his strength. Barely floating above the water, he didn’t want to end up like the others. As for Shaarib, he looked around, trying to scan, to glimpse, to detect any disturbance beyond what stood before him. An entire island had lost its voice: birds, forest animals, perhaps even the fish in the water.

In his painting, the soldier no longer saw as many bright colors; they had all faded. Everything had grown dull. With so few vivid colors left, he now knew where to find Arlong. Was he an Hammerhead shark or a Saw-shark he couldn’t be sure; he wasn’t an expert in anthropology. The marine picked up his cane and turned away from the battlefield. He no longer wanted to fight. The young pirate named Gochi, lying on the ground, would probably be saved by his colleague, hidden a bit farther away, while the yellow scoundrel wouldn’t last much longer. Shaarib, however, had not found Jimbe, but he remained just as determined to do so. The sooner he found Arlong, the sooner he could make the emblem of the 160th shine again. #