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No name marine
Yamakaji
Jack
Hina
Blackbeard
Jack had long since stopped struggling against the chains that bound him. He now just lay still, spread out on the floor of his cell. Just outside the metal bars of his cage stood several marines of varying ranks, weapons held at the ready. Vice Admiral Yamakaji lounged against the opposite wall, smoking a cigar as usual and occasionally making lighthearted comments to the other officers. While some of them genuinely laughed, others only gave nervous chuckles. Whether it was because they were afraid of the Vice Admiral or the prisoner Jack didn't know, nor did he care. He just laid there, biding his time. Were it not for the wooden layout of the space the cell was placed in, one would think the All-star of the Beast Pirates was placed in a regular jail, however it was obviously the hull of the ship. Judging from how still the ship was they were already in the Calm Belt, there would be easy escape for the pirate currently. His best chance was probably to make a break for it once they got out in the open, or cause a ruckus when they got to their destination.
It had already been a few hours since their travel had calmed down, which by his estimates meant they were likely to arrive soon. Sure enough, voices and movement could be heard up above as orders were being shouted and deckhands were moving back and forth. Yet the Vice Admiral made no move and gave no orders. Although he seemed laid back from a glance, if you paid attention to him more closely, he stood ready to spring into attack any moment. His hand rested near the hilt of his blade, his left foot was pressed up against the wall, ready to push off at a moment's notice. While the others were either high strung or relaxed, their commander was alert. Every now and then his eyes would scan the room, taking in Jack, the marines, as well as the staircase leading to the deck above.
Suddenly, as without being prompted the Vice Admiral kicked off the wall, stepping forwards, past the officers he had been conversing with just seconds ago. A still befell the room as the other marines fell into an active position, vary of whatever Yamakaji had sensed, preparing for orders. The senior officer turned his head towards the staircase as a lowly ranked marine stumbled into the room, saluting the larger man. Sir, we have successfully docked!
Good. The Vice Admiral commented, turning to face Jack again. Bring him out. Make sure he is bound sufficiently. Not a man to waste words.
As one of the marines stepped up to unlock the cage, Jack sat up. The chains that bound him weren't so tight he couldn't move, they instead wrapped around his body, draining his energy even more than his cuffs did. Damn, he hated seastone. As the door swung open, Jack remained in seated position, pretending to take in his surroundings for the first time in a while. His eyes fell on Yamakaji, and to his surprised he noticed the man's hand fully rested on the hilt of his sword. He remained outside, eyes focused on Jack. Meeting his eyes for a moment, Jack saw that the man was not afraid, he was just. Ready. Feigning nonchalance, Jack looked away, watching as four marines loosened his chains from their locked positions in each corner of the cell. From then on they wrapped the long links around the pirate, leaving four short ends which they held on to. Without being prompted Jack got to his feet, the four men positioned as corners on a square with him in the middle, tugging on the chains. Following after the two in front of him, he bowed his head through the cage door and stepping out into the open area of the hull. It was a sturdy ship, even for his massive frame, the wood barely creaked beneath his feet. As he straightened his back his eyes fell on the Vice Admiral again, who was grinning, his teeth clenched down on a lit cigar. Using his hand that wasn't holding his spear, the man adjusted his marine hat, before gesturing towards the staircase. Lead on, boys! He clearly had no intention of letting Jack out of his sights.
Jack let himself be pulled forward, towards and up the stairs. A procession of marines led the way, with Yamakaji and a handful of others following closely behind the pirate. Moments later they would step out into the sunlight, the brightness causing Jack and the others to recoil for a moment, their eyes not adjusted to the light. For a split second he considered using it as a distraction to make a run for it, but remembered the man behind him had shielded his eyes. And sure enough once his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw rows of marines facing him, weapons held at the ready. Cursing under his breath, he continued to follow the procession to the edge of the ship where the ship was nestled, stepping up on the ramp leading down to the dock. For the first time he laid his eyes on their destination, Impel Down.
It was half a ruin. Jack halted, truly shocked for the first time. The docks were half wrecked, broken planks here and there, but it was nothing compared to the building itself. Entire pieces were missing from the stone wall and center building. Hearing a bitter laughter behind him, he turned to face the sound. His eyes fell on Yamakaji again, whose eyes for the first time were not on Jack himself, instead on the destruction before them. It's ironic, had you been captured just a couple months earlier, you might have been part of the jail break.
Jailbreak? Jack uttered incredulously, though allowed himself to be pulled down onto the docks themselves finally, while from behind the Vice Admiral continued to speak, his voice full of bitterness. Yep. That monster, La Spada feigned capture, then broke out. She killed both prisoners and guards. Even Magellan bit the dust. Old man Takamura wasn't able to stop 'em. He's off to face justice for not laying down his life to stop them. So instead, we are here.
We? What did he mean? Only then did Jack notice the figure that was leaning up against the outer wall. Though he may be a brute, Jack wasn't stupid enough to not be able to identify enemies of his. Vice Admiral Ronse looked down upon them, his massive frame even making Jack seem small in comparison. His face remained hidden behind his mask, even his eyes hidden in shade. Another figure appeared from behind the stone wall. Pink hair and a Vice Admiral coat both billowed as she stepped out. Pushing up a pair of sunglasses from her eyes, Hina glanced from Jack to her colleague, rolling a cigarette between her fingers. Good day, Yamakaji. The woman spoke curtly as she turned towards the facility. Hina will lead the way.
While the government figures out what to do with this place, the two of them watch over the place. Yamakaji grumbled from behind as the procession followed Onigumo into the prison facility. Jack was only partially paying attention, his mind racing and heart sinking with every moment. He barely registered the processing, being pinned down and searched, then changed into prison slacks. He was even relieved of his chains and given a new set of cuffs, courtesy of Impel Down itself. After what could have been minutes or hours, Jack found himself flanked by the two Vice Admirals and two marine guards, standing in an elevator narrow enough he could easily have reached both walls at once had his hands not been bound. The sounds that it made might have worried him, but it was the descent into the gaol that caused the pirate discomfort. Kaido would never rescue him from this place. He wasn't worth it, and he knew it. The grinding of gears announced that the elevator had come to a stop, and the metal gate opened before them.
Level 6. He had heard whispers of this place. It was worse than he could have imagined. If upstairs had been half a ruin, this place was just a ruin. Several walls and cages were broken open, rubble strewn both inside and outside. Here and there Jack even saw rotting corpses. Only then did the smell hit him. While he was led to a large cell at the end of the room, Jack's desperation turned to anger. While one of the no names unlocked the cage door, he turned to face the two Vice Admirals. I hope that damn man comes for you as well. You've let these upstarts grow too much. Jack laughed bitterly as he was led inside. Whether Gambit takes you out or you him, I'll be happy either way!
The door slammed shut and the two Vice Admirals turned without a word, walking out the room and leaving Jack alone in level 6. Or so he thought. Looking around, he saw a bit of movement in a few of the cages, though his own seemed empty apart from rubble up against the wall. Except for just then the rubble moved. It rose to its feet, even taller than Jack himself. The rubble even spoke. What name did you just speak?
Larsi fell to the ground, his coat torn and bloodied, just as his body. Atop his chest knelt a man, although above average for a human, he seemed small compared to the giant. Around him was pure pandemonium. Minuano lay facedown on the ground, his body not moving, except for the red flowing freely into the dirt beneath him. The swordsman that had cut him down turned to face towards Larsi and the madman that stood atop him, black hair flowing wildly in the air, hand planted on Larsi's chest. He still didn't let go. How could this be? He didn't even noticed that the swordsman pulled out a pair of seastone cuffs from his coat until it clasped around his large wrist. If he had felt powerless before, not being able to access his devil fruit power, he now felt numb. Yet he tried to sit up. Stop this! He cried, only for Blackbeard to push him down again. Pained, both by his physical injuries and the mental toll, he cried for the first time since he was a child.
Eve's body lay a distance away, unmoving. Link seemed to have fallen while protecting her. He had seen Dango and Sigmund cut down early in the clash. They had barely set foot on this island before they were ambushed. They were only supposed to take a short break here before moving to Merveille. How could it have gone this wrong? Why? A shadow momentarily blocked the sun, before landing on the grass a dozen or so meters away. Gambit, carrying Drago had arrived and they were trying to rescue him. He tried to wave them away, shouting in desperation, his voice raw with grief. No, run! Save yourself. But it was too late, the swordsman moved swiftly, cutting down Drago and moving towards Gambit. Larsi tried to move again, but felt a sharp pain as the butt of a gun was slammed against his head. Darkness fell over him.
Larsi awoke in his cell, deep within Impel Down. He knew he was reliving a nightmare of that fateful day. But he owed it to them, those he had failed. This was his penance. He had reached too high, without regards for those around him. He belonged here, at the bottom of hell.
He still recalled waking up in the custody of marines, his hands bound by seastone. Yet it was not seastone that drained his strength. No, somehow that damned pirate had not only suppressed his devil fruit powers, he had taken it from him. He had taken everything. No, it wasn't the power of the sea that drained Larsi, it was the guilt of failing his men. So it seemed to the marines that he was merely weakened by his restraints. They knew he had his devil fruit powers after all, so it stood to reason that he was weakened because of it. How could they know?
Time had passed since then. How long he could not say, though his namesake silver hair easily reached down his chest, though its glamor was no longer the same, dirt caked the giant from head to toe. Had it been months or years? How long had it been since that skeleton woman had entered his cell and cleaved his cuffs in half? The guards hadn't even replaced them, though they probably thought the rings around his wrists was enough to suppress him. He hadn't followed Spada during her prison break after all. He had however tore free the chains that bound him to the wall and wrapped them around his wrists. Why? Could they be useful? Or were they a bother.
It was ironic, he had actually planned an invasion of Impel Down himself, that is why he had reached out to gain allies within the Revolutionary Army. A combined force of his crew and their organization would have sent ripples throughout the world itself. Where had it all gone so wrong?
For some reason he still found himself eating, for what reason he couldn't tell. What was the point? To prolong his penance perhaps? An hour or so after he had finished eating, he lay there, in the shadows at the back of his cage. There were a few other prisoners in there, but like him they never spoke. The ones with any will to live had gone with Spada after all.
Absently he heard the elevator arriving, grinding to a stop at the end of Level 6. A small group made their way across the large room, stopping before his cell. He was just present enough to bother paying attention to the words spoken -ve let these upstarts grow too much. A bitter laugh came from the prisoner as he was pushed inside. Whether Gambit-
Larsi felt someting stir from deep within. What? He absently felt himself rise to his feet, walking over to the newcomer. What name did you just speak?
What, Gambit? The newcomer spat, he seemed angry. Larsi didn't care. If he had been in a more calm state of mind, he probably would have recognized the commander of a Yonko's army. But Larsi didn't care. His grimy hand wrapped around the neck of the other pirate. Pushing him against the bars of the cage. If the cuffs had drained his strength, the seastone bars made it difficult for Jack to stay on his feet, if not for the giant. Larsi felt as if all weakness had been washed away. A fire started burning within as he spoke, rage and disbelief filling every word. Gambit. Landayan Morrow. He lives?
Where there had been anger before, Jack was now overtaken with fear. Yes. He and his crew is why I am here. He- Larsi let go of the other pirate, who just fell to the ground. Could it be true? Was he alive? Had someone started pretending to be him? Was this other man lying? No, he had spoken Gambit's name without knowing Larsi was there. Had someone else survived? He had to find out. He had already forgotten about Jack, his mind was racing. In his mind it felt like minutes or hours, but only a few seconds later Larsi grabbed ahold of the cage door with one hand. The other he pulled back, punching forward with his full might as his fist turned black, breaking the door free from its hinges and sending it flying across the floor.
Stepping out of the cell he glanced across the room, picking up a few small boulders as he did so. There were three camera den den mushis placed in key locations. Although they would see him break free, only moment later they would be destroyed as Larsi threw his rocks at each one of them, blinding the officers in the surveillance room up above. Hopefully they would think he would try to climb the stairs. Instead he strode across the room, a few interested eyes following him from their safe darkness. None moved to even cry for help. Had that really been him just moments ago? Pathetic. He soon reached the elevator and ripped the gate free from its hinges.
Please, take me with you. Larsi turned towards the voice from behind. He recognized Jack now. The man stood before him, bounds hands raised, begging Larsi for freedom. For a second he considered freeing the pirate, but only a second. He knew this man was not to be trusted. A well placed uppercut lifted Jack off his feet, throwing him backwards and up in the air. Before he even landed and slid to a halt more than halfway across the room, Larsi had snuck inside the elevator shaft and started climbing upwards, towards freedom. Towards his friends and family, whatever remained of it. Life before death. He whispered to himself as he slowly ascended, using his size to wedge himself against the walls of the shaft.
Narration/Action
Speech
Thoughts
Other characters:
No name marine
Yamakaji
Jack
Hina
Blackbeard
Jack had long since stopped struggling against the chains that bound him. He now just lay still, spread out on the floor of his cell. Just outside the metal bars of his cage stood several marines of varying ranks, weapons held at the ready. Vice Admiral Yamakaji lounged against the opposite wall, smoking a cigar as usual and occasionally making lighthearted comments to the other officers. While some of them genuinely laughed, others only gave nervous chuckles. Whether it was because they were afraid of the Vice Admiral or the prisoner Jack didn't know, nor did he care. He just laid there, biding his time. Were it not for the wooden layout of the space the cell was placed in, one would think the All-star of the Beast Pirates was placed in a regular jail, however it was obviously the hull of the ship. Judging from how still the ship was they were already in the Calm Belt, there would be easy escape for the pirate currently. His best chance was probably to make a break for it once they got out in the open, or cause a ruckus when they got to their destination.
It had already been a few hours since their travel had calmed down, which by his estimates meant they were likely to arrive soon. Sure enough, voices and movement could be heard up above as orders were being shouted and deckhands were moving back and forth. Yet the Vice Admiral made no move and gave no orders. Although he seemed laid back from a glance, if you paid attention to him more closely, he stood ready to spring into attack any moment. His hand rested near the hilt of his blade, his left foot was pressed up against the wall, ready to push off at a moment's notice. While the others were either high strung or relaxed, their commander was alert. Every now and then his eyes would scan the room, taking in Jack, the marines, as well as the staircase leading to the deck above.
Suddenly, as without being prompted the Vice Admiral kicked off the wall, stepping forwards, past the officers he had been conversing with just seconds ago. A still befell the room as the other marines fell into an active position, vary of whatever Yamakaji had sensed, preparing for orders. The senior officer turned his head towards the staircase as a lowly ranked marine stumbled into the room, saluting the larger man. Sir, we have successfully docked!
Good. The Vice Admiral commented, turning to face Jack again. Bring him out. Make sure he is bound sufficiently. Not a man to waste words.
As one of the marines stepped up to unlock the cage, Jack sat up. The chains that bound him weren't so tight he couldn't move, they instead wrapped around his body, draining his energy even more than his cuffs did. Damn, he hated seastone. As the door swung open, Jack remained in seated position, pretending to take in his surroundings for the first time in a while. His eyes fell on Yamakaji, and to his surprised he noticed the man's hand fully rested on the hilt of his sword. He remained outside, eyes focused on Jack. Meeting his eyes for a moment, Jack saw that the man was not afraid, he was just. Ready. Feigning nonchalance, Jack looked away, watching as four marines loosened his chains from their locked positions in each corner of the cell. From then on they wrapped the long links around the pirate, leaving four short ends which they held on to. Without being prompted Jack got to his feet, the four men positioned as corners on a square with him in the middle, tugging on the chains. Following after the two in front of him, he bowed his head through the cage door and stepping out into the open area of the hull. It was a sturdy ship, even for his massive frame, the wood barely creaked beneath his feet. As he straightened his back his eyes fell on the Vice Admiral again, who was grinning, his teeth clenched down on a lit cigar. Using his hand that wasn't holding his spear, the man adjusted his marine hat, before gesturing towards the staircase. Lead on, boys! He clearly had no intention of letting Jack out of his sights.
Jack let himself be pulled forward, towards and up the stairs. A procession of marines led the way, with Yamakaji and a handful of others following closely behind the pirate. Moments later they would step out into the sunlight, the brightness causing Jack and the others to recoil for a moment, their eyes not adjusted to the light. For a split second he considered using it as a distraction to make a run for it, but remembered the man behind him had shielded his eyes. And sure enough once his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw rows of marines facing him, weapons held at the ready. Cursing under his breath, he continued to follow the procession to the edge of the ship where the ship was nestled, stepping up on the ramp leading down to the dock. For the first time he laid his eyes on their destination, Impel Down.
It was half a ruin. Jack halted, truly shocked for the first time. The docks were half wrecked, broken planks here and there, but it was nothing compared to the building itself. Entire pieces were missing from the stone wall and center building. Hearing a bitter laughter behind him, he turned to face the sound. His eyes fell on Yamakaji again, whose eyes for the first time were not on Jack himself, instead on the destruction before them. It's ironic, had you been captured just a couple months earlier, you might have been part of the jail break.
Jailbreak? Jack uttered incredulously, though allowed himself to be pulled down onto the docks themselves finally, while from behind the Vice Admiral continued to speak, his voice full of bitterness. Yep. That monster, La Spada feigned capture, then broke out. She killed both prisoners and guards. Even Magellan bit the dust. Old man Takamura wasn't able to stop 'em. He's off to face justice for not laying down his life to stop them. So instead, we are here.
We? What did he mean? Only then did Jack notice the figure that was leaning up against the outer wall. Though he may be a brute, Jack wasn't stupid enough to not be able to identify enemies of his. Vice Admiral Ronse looked down upon them, his massive frame even making Jack seem small in comparison. His face remained hidden behind his mask, even his eyes hidden in shade. Another figure appeared from behind the stone wall. Pink hair and a Vice Admiral coat both billowed as she stepped out. Pushing up a pair of sunglasses from her eyes, Hina glanced from Jack to her colleague, rolling a cigarette between her fingers. Good day, Yamakaji. The woman spoke curtly as she turned towards the facility. Hina will lead the way.
While the government figures out what to do with this place, the two of them watch over the place. Yamakaji grumbled from behind as the procession followed Onigumo into the prison facility. Jack was only partially paying attention, his mind racing and heart sinking with every moment. He barely registered the processing, being pinned down and searched, then changed into prison slacks. He was even relieved of his chains and given a new set of cuffs, courtesy of Impel Down itself. After what could have been minutes or hours, Jack found himself flanked by the two Vice Admirals and two marine guards, standing in an elevator narrow enough he could easily have reached both walls at once had his hands not been bound. The sounds that it made might have worried him, but it was the descent into the gaol that caused the pirate discomfort. Kaido would never rescue him from this place. He wasn't worth it, and he knew it. The grinding of gears announced that the elevator had come to a stop, and the metal gate opened before them.
Level 6. He had heard whispers of this place. It was worse than he could have imagined. If upstairs had been half a ruin, this place was just a ruin. Several walls and cages were broken open, rubble strewn both inside and outside. Here and there Jack even saw rotting corpses. Only then did the smell hit him. While he was led to a large cell at the end of the room, Jack's desperation turned to anger. While one of the no names unlocked the cage door, he turned to face the two Vice Admirals. I hope that damn man comes for you as well. You've let these upstarts grow too much. Jack laughed bitterly as he was led inside. Whether Gambit takes you out or you him, I'll be happy either way!
The door slammed shut and the two Vice Admirals turned without a word, walking out the room and leaving Jack alone in level 6. Or so he thought. Looking around, he saw a bit of movement in a few of the cages, though his own seemed empty apart from rubble up against the wall. Except for just then the rubble moved. It rose to its feet, even taller than Jack himself. The rubble even spoke. What name did you just speak?
Some time earlier:
Zehahaha!Larsi fell to the ground, his coat torn and bloodied, just as his body. Atop his chest knelt a man, although above average for a human, he seemed small compared to the giant. Around him was pure pandemonium. Minuano lay facedown on the ground, his body not moving, except for the red flowing freely into the dirt beneath him. The swordsman that had cut him down turned to face towards Larsi and the madman that stood atop him, black hair flowing wildly in the air, hand planted on Larsi's chest. He still didn't let go. How could this be? He didn't even noticed that the swordsman pulled out a pair of seastone cuffs from his coat until it clasped around his large wrist. If he had felt powerless before, not being able to access his devil fruit power, he now felt numb. Yet he tried to sit up. Stop this! He cried, only for Blackbeard to push him down again. Pained, both by his physical injuries and the mental toll, he cried for the first time since he was a child.
Eve's body lay a distance away, unmoving. Link seemed to have fallen while protecting her. He had seen Dango and Sigmund cut down early in the clash. They had barely set foot on this island before they were ambushed. They were only supposed to take a short break here before moving to Merveille. How could it have gone this wrong? Why? A shadow momentarily blocked the sun, before landing on the grass a dozen or so meters away. Gambit, carrying Drago had arrived and they were trying to rescue him. He tried to wave them away, shouting in desperation, his voice raw with grief. No, run! Save yourself. But it was too late, the swordsman moved swiftly, cutting down Drago and moving towards Gambit. Larsi tried to move again, but felt a sharp pain as the butt of a gun was slammed against his head. Darkness fell over him.
Larsi awoke in his cell, deep within Impel Down. He knew he was reliving a nightmare of that fateful day. But he owed it to them, those he had failed. This was his penance. He had reached too high, without regards for those around him. He belonged here, at the bottom of hell.
He still recalled waking up in the custody of marines, his hands bound by seastone. Yet it was not seastone that drained his strength. No, somehow that damned pirate had not only suppressed his devil fruit powers, he had taken it from him. He had taken everything. No, it wasn't the power of the sea that drained Larsi, it was the guilt of failing his men. So it seemed to the marines that he was merely weakened by his restraints. They knew he had his devil fruit powers after all, so it stood to reason that he was weakened because of it. How could they know?
Time had passed since then. How long he could not say, though his namesake silver hair easily reached down his chest, though its glamor was no longer the same, dirt caked the giant from head to toe. Had it been months or years? How long had it been since that skeleton woman had entered his cell and cleaved his cuffs in half? The guards hadn't even replaced them, though they probably thought the rings around his wrists was enough to suppress him. He hadn't followed Spada during her prison break after all. He had however tore free the chains that bound him to the wall and wrapped them around his wrists. Why? Could they be useful? Or were they a bother.
It was ironic, he had actually planned an invasion of Impel Down himself, that is why he had reached out to gain allies within the Revolutionary Army. A combined force of his crew and their organization would have sent ripples throughout the world itself. Where had it all gone so wrong?
For some reason he still found himself eating, for what reason he couldn't tell. What was the point? To prolong his penance perhaps? An hour or so after he had finished eating, he lay there, in the shadows at the back of his cage. There were a few other prisoners in there, but like him they never spoke. The ones with any will to live had gone with Spada after all.
Absently he heard the elevator arriving, grinding to a stop at the end of Level 6. A small group made their way across the large room, stopping before his cell. He was just present enough to bother paying attention to the words spoken -ve let these upstarts grow too much. A bitter laugh came from the prisoner as he was pushed inside. Whether Gambit-
Larsi felt someting stir from deep within. What? He absently felt himself rise to his feet, walking over to the newcomer. What name did you just speak?
What, Gambit? The newcomer spat, he seemed angry. Larsi didn't care. If he had been in a more calm state of mind, he probably would have recognized the commander of a Yonko's army. But Larsi didn't care. His grimy hand wrapped around the neck of the other pirate. Pushing him against the bars of the cage. If the cuffs had drained his strength, the seastone bars made it difficult for Jack to stay on his feet, if not for the giant. Larsi felt as if all weakness had been washed away. A fire started burning within as he spoke, rage and disbelief filling every word. Gambit. Landayan Morrow. He lives?
Where there had been anger before, Jack was now overtaken with fear. Yes. He and his crew is why I am here. He- Larsi let go of the other pirate, who just fell to the ground. Could it be true? Was he alive? Had someone started pretending to be him? Was this other man lying? No, he had spoken Gambit's name without knowing Larsi was there. Had someone else survived? He had to find out. He had already forgotten about Jack, his mind was racing. In his mind it felt like minutes or hours, but only a few seconds later Larsi grabbed ahold of the cage door with one hand. The other he pulled back, punching forward with his full might as his fist turned black, breaking the door free from its hinges and sending it flying across the floor.
I'm just using a B rank punch here, for flavor, to break down the seastone gate:
Seastone = mountain level durability
105 strength:101-119: 4. City Block Level + 4(B rank and hardening) = Island Level
Seastone = mountain level durability
105 strength:101-119: 4. City Block Level + 4(B rank and hardening) = Island Level
Stepping out of the cell he glanced across the room, picking up a few small boulders as he did so. There were three camera den den mushis placed in key locations. Although they would see him break free, only moment later they would be destroyed as Larsi threw his rocks at each one of them, blinding the officers in the surveillance room up above. Hopefully they would think he would try to climb the stairs. Instead he strode across the room, a few interested eyes following him from their safe darkness. None moved to even cry for help. Had that really been him just moments ago? Pathetic. He soon reached the elevator and ripped the gate free from its hinges.
Please, take me with you. Larsi turned towards the voice from behind. He recognized Jack now. The man stood before him, bounds hands raised, begging Larsi for freedom. For a second he considered freeing the pirate, but only a second. He knew this man was not to be trusted. A well placed uppercut lifted Jack off his feet, throwing him backwards and up in the air. Before he even landed and slid to a halt more than halfway across the room, Larsi had snuck inside the elevator shaft and started climbing upwards, towards freedom. Towards his friends and family, whatever remained of it. Life before death. He whispered to himself as he slowly ascended, using his size to wedge himself against the walls of the shaft.
86 x 5 =430
Strength: 36+ 64 + 5 = 105
Speed: 100 + 5 = 105
105 x 2 = 210
-Reaction: 105
-Movement: 105
Vitality: 44 +56 + 5 =105
105 x 2 = 210
-Durability: 105
-Stamina: 105
Haki: 100
100 x 2 = 200
-Armament Haki: 100
-Observation Haki: 100(Awareness)
Weapons Style: 100
100 x 2 = 200
Rolling Stones, Art of Flaming Jutte: 100
Rope Action: 100
Martial Arts: 34
34 x 2 = 68
Boxing: 68
Pointless stats:
Mind: 16-16=0
Devil Fruit: 0+20=N/A
Strength: 36+ 64 + 5 = 105
Speed: 100 + 5 = 105
105 x 2 = 210
-Reaction: 105
-Movement: 105
Vitality: 44 +56 + 5 =105
105 x 2 = 210
-Durability: 105
-Stamina: 105
Haki: 100
100 x 2 = 200
-Armament Haki: 100
-Observation Haki: 100(Awareness)
Weapons Style: 100
100 x 2 = 200
Rolling Stones, Art of Flaming Jutte: 100
Rope Action: 100
Martial Arts: 34
34 x 2 = 68
Boxing: 68
Pointless stats:
Mind: 16-16=0
Devil Fruit: 0+20=N/A
Switched from gunslinging to rope action and wrote that there are chains attached to my cuffs, wrapped around my wrists.
Editing #2: Replaced Onigumo with Hina. Host can make her level 60
Editing #2: Replaced Onigumo with Hina. Host can make her level 60
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