Island Momoiro Island

[Ichimonji]

Momoiro Island #2
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Central Beach: D-Day
Smoke rose from inland, shielded by the Grim mist. The ship graveyard brought a chill of both ambiance and climate. The flags of the Revolution and the Spada’s danced in the water to the howling of the wind, stroked by the fire. The wooden planks clanged against the Sweet Pirates, tugged by the shadows swimming gently underneath. The anchor hit a sunken ship, the vessel unable to gain ground.

Yet, the graveyard was devoid of life. The standing ships were as solitary as a shadow without a body. Only the chilly mist hung around the area, beckoning the newcomers to come ashore.

The sand was freezing cold, singed by the withering fires that burned the cannons, carts, and tents. The stench of bodies was carried in the wind. The mist dispersed enough to form a path inland, almost guiding the group to a small battlefield over the rocky plains above the beach. The dozens of bodies were mixed a cacophony of Grim, pirate and soldier unable to be distinguished. Large footprints of all sizes were all over the battlefield. The footprints seemed to change in size mid stride. Mist covered the battlefield in a light haze.

Resting against a charred cart was a man. The Revolutionary soldier, distinguishable by his revolutionary cap, slowly raised his hand, calling the interlopers.

[Soldier] “H-H-Help… T-t-t-hey came out of nowhere… overtook us… Ivanko- (cough)…”- said the man weakly, coughing up blood, “t-their bodies… h-h-e- th… (rattle).”- the soldier said before his strength gave out​

The rattle of death was lost in the cold wind. The man’s body lost vigor, melting into the ground. The soldier’s right hand opened from a vice-grip, revealing a small vial with a rainbow-colored liquid. The mist suddenly picked up, howling madly in symphony with the rattle. A terrifying sight. We’re not in Kansas (Amazon Lily) anymore.

Suddenly, and without warning, dozens and dozens bullets pierced the mist. What seemed to be a firing squad fired from all around them. The bullets aimed to claim victim to the Sweet Pirates, the soldier, and the vial. Through the mist, all around the Sweet Pirates in around 15 meter radius, red glowing eyes would pierce the mist, numbering in the dozen.

D-Day. The Sweet Pirates were surrounded.

Spoiler

Bullets DPS: 4. City Block Level

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East Beach: Enclosure
In the middle of hell, a cute talking porcupine comically lobbied insults. With a prick and an insult, the porcupine saw himself face-to-face with Rogue. The porcupine shook with comical desperation, his rainbow spikes glowing, struggling for freedom that never came. The creature huffed and puffed until the man and Okama asked him questions. Indeed, a creature such as this was odd to see in this Grim affair. Porcupines were all over the island B.S. - Before Spada. The fauna had been corrupted with the land.

The porcupine squeaked out an answer.

[Morumotto] “Young? I’ll have you know I’m three whole years old!“- the porcupine comically said, “Name’s Morumotto. I’ve survived in order to free my family, which I can’t do if you.. Don’t. Let. Me. Go!”- Morumotto huffed​

With a huff and a puff, Morumotto tried to break free. If the boy would not let him go, the young porcupine would prick him again with those glowing rainbow-colored spines. Eputhumia would recognize the color spread on the porcupine’s spines; the same rainbow spectrum that once hung over Momoiro Island. Its glow would cast over the nearby rock formation until it painted the stone rainbow. A reminder of home. Momoiro island, its soul, still lived in this young chap. A beacon in an otherwise dim site. Ivankov colored the island with her infectious merry spirit, similar to the porcupine - perhaps hope was not lost after all.

The enclosure shook again. Morumotto whimpered. The color of his spines seems to respond to his mood, darkening with a whimper.

 

[Aro]

Moimoro Island #3
@Ichimonji @Einsauer

East Beach: Enclosure
The stranger found himself stranded on the island of Momoiro, once a land full of color now a gloomy and corrupt wasteland thanks to the grim. With no way to activate his Observation Haki, he found himself hyper-aware of his surroundings, frantically mapping out the beach in an attempt to be prepared for anything. All the while Eputhumia interacted with the local fauna hanging from the man's fingertips.

“Young? I’ll have you know I’m three whole years old! Name’s Morumotto. I’ve survived in order to free my family, which I can’t do if you.. Don’t. Let. Me. Go!” Morumotto said, huffing and puffing as he continued to struggle between the stranger's fingertips.

Morumotto, this time, pricked his fingers, causing his focus to return to the tiny creature as he grimaced in pain. He dropped the child porcupine, finally releasing him from his temporary bondage. Eputhumia immediately noticed the porcupine's illuminating spines. They were what he could only describe as a rainbow spectrum. His eyebrows raised in surprise, as it gave color to a nearby rock-formation as the tiny creature fell into the sand with a soft thud. Memories flooded into the Okama's mind of a better time where him and his sisters froliced in the color filled fields of Kamabakka Queendom, following gleefully behind of Queen Ivankov, who colored the island with her contagious, jolly spirit. At this moment he knew that all was not lost. There was still hope for the island afterall and this kid was a key to it all.

On the other hand, the hooded stranger looked at the porcupine in annoyance, clearly not seeing the value Eputhumia saw in the tiny creature. Suddenly, the area shook for the second time since finding the creature. The tremors felt more violent, as dust from the sand kicked up on the beach.

"Whoa! What the fuck!?" Eputhumia exclaimed, trying to maintain his balance. Morumotto whimpered in fear, his spines immdiately darkening as he cowered, which the Okama noticed. The gender-fluid man reached down and gently picked up the young porcupine. "Don't worry! From now on, I've got you! You're safe now!" He reassured.

The stranger heart palpated as adrenaline rushed through his bloodstream. What the hell is happening! He thought to himself as he rooted himself to that spot. Suddenly, the entire world slowed down for him, a realization hitting him in gut like truck. Was he experiencing....fear? A wave of calm washed over his body as he relaxed and began to chuckle.

"I'm...actually afraid?" he said baffled. "Haha! How long has it been since I've felt fear?" He laughed maniacally, holding his head as he did. "My time without my memories has made me soft! I've experienced the worst the multiverse has had to offer, now I've fallen to the point that an earthquake has me on edge!" He continued to laugh at a joke only he was in on. As the tremor came to a stop, Epithumia looked at the stranger strangely.

"You know, maybe I shouldn't have saved this clown. He's fucking nuts!"​

 

[Einsauer]

A webbed, bare foot hit the chilling sands of Momoiro Island, Sweet grimaced at the uncomfortable feeling; like ash mixed in with the icy sand between her toes. Mela and her snake followed behind while Gochi still waited in the inky-black waters surrounding the ashen land. Her head swung from side to side cautiously, just as she went to take a step a pained croak called out to her:

Resting against a charred cart was a man. The Revolutionary soldier, distinguishable by his revolutionary cap, slowly raised his hand, calling the interlopers.

[Soldier] “H-H-Help… T-t-t-hey came out of nowhere… overtook us… Ivanko- (cough)…”- said the man weakly, coughing up blood, “t-their bodies… h-h-e- th… (rattle).”- the soldier said before his strength gave out

If he hadn't called out she would have disregarded the battered man as a mere corpse. Her eyes narrowed in the Revolutionary Army soldier's direction, her instinct was to always distrust and doubt- especially when in a place such as this. Watching the strange vial, which contained a liquid that contrasted the entirety of the island with every color of the spectrum- her eyes seemed to lock onto it like a gull's gaze on an unguarded lunch. Mela followed with steadied steps, her fear tamped down for now; both her and the captain seemed to be expecting the worst, but the amazon knew well enough this was her idea.
...
Sweet was first to react, her head shot from the rainbow potion to a quick semi-circle around herself; passively her haki would alert her to the arrival of unseen assailants hidden in the grim mists cloaking Momoiro- Mela's head, too, snapped up in a similar fashion to Captain Einsauer.
The fishwoman looked to her new companion and the snake she wore around her shoulders:
"Get down!"

Suddenly, and without warning, dozens and dozens bullets pierced the mist. What seemed to be a firing squad fired from all around them. The bullets aimed to claim victim to the Sweet Pirates, the soldier, and the vial. Through the mist, all around the Sweet Pirates in around 15 meter radius, red glowing eyes would pierce the mist, numbering in the dozen.

D-Day. The Sweet Pirates were surrounded.

Bullets ripped through the air as Sweet pushed Mela in the direction of the corpse and the vial that had her attention previously. While Mela didn't understand Sweet's intention, it seemed the snake did obviously enough. He wanted to steal the vial inherently, a shiny object was too powerful of a siren song for Kubo to pass by.
The snake immediately moved for the bottle while Mela scattered after him protectively, still holding her head low to the ground...

Bullets found purchase in the fishwoman, who tensed her stomach but instead of protecting herself with haki, she blasted an angry concentration of her willpower into one of the long chains she now wielded in her hands. Despite her shock and anger, a paradoxical smile crept across her face as she proclaimed:
"Watch Your Head!!"

Spoiler: Technique/Predicted Damage Result

Watch Your Head!!: Sweet swings her chain above her head for a time, slamming into anything/anyone in line with her chain. Applies a Major Stun.
Major Stun: affected reacts much slower and has a headache. lasts for 3-6 turns. Requires at least 71 mastery
Requirements: 71 Mastery, 71 Strength
Destuctive Potency Rank: A
4. City Block Level + 2 (haki) + 3 (DPR) = 9. Small Country Level!!

Her vicious chain spiraled over head in a deadly overhead twirl; an eerie, cycling Doppler effect being applied as the whooshing chain swept over her hunched posture for 20 meters in all directions. Bullets met her flesh but she continued her attack with no intention to dodge or clash with the petty bullets.

Spoiler: Damage Taken

Sweet durability: 6. City Level vs Bullet Volley DPR: 4. City Block Level = Not very effective.

@Ichimonji @Infinity

 

[Ichimonji]

Momoiro Island #3
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Central Beach: D-Day
D-Day. The Sweet Pirates were surrounded. The mist guided them to the Revolutionary soldier whose strength left him in the middle of his message. Bullets replaced the dead silence, zipping through the mist. The four acted fast, grabbing the rainbow-colored vial from the soldier. The fishwoman braved the bullets, uncoiling a chain that aimed to counterattack, lashing out the unknown bearers of the red eyes. The sound of flesh tearing would reach the Sweet Pirates' ears. However, the screams did not come. The blood-soaked chains would bear witness to success, but the silence was damming.

Suddenly, as if on its own volition, the mist began to clear up. The parting of the mist revealed the situation they were led to.

[Shambler] "GUWOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"- a bestial voice filled the air​

Around the Sweet Pirates were a collection of things straight out of a nightmare. Around ten human-sized figures were writhing on the ground, flesh torn by the chain. Clickers. Suddenly, the infected slowly got up. It was as if pain or wounds meant nothing to them. Their faces and skin seemed to be torn open with a fungus that grew to create a thick armor. Clothes once worn were ripped and indistinguishable. The smell now reached the group, pungent and fresh. Behind them, at least five Whitbeard-sized creatures slowly trudged around the area. Shamblers. Their bodies were bloated by the fungus, creating a monster.

As the mist cleared, the Sweet Pirates would understand they were not alone. Nay, they were in a live battleground. Many bodies littered the rocky aclove. A voice pierced the growling all around them.

[Anansi] “Steel your hearts, men! The infected are no longer human!"- a man with a West African accent screamed, "FOR THE REVOLUTION.... GIVE THEM HELL!!”- the voice rallying those around him​

On the west side of the rocky battlefield, a small squad of eight men fought the creatures. They wore what seemed to be Revolutionary Army attire. The famous flag of the Revolution flew high on the back of the man who led the battle. Deep dark tones made up the strapping man, his tattoos glowing in the dark night. A coat hung on his back, showing feathers that gently swayed as he thrust his sword. His braided hair was weaved in the shape of a spider, sitting above the large scar on his face. The man exuded competence, and the men rallied behind him.

However, they were quickly surrounded. Dozens of infected, these with little to no fungus, met blades, canonnfire, and gunpowder. Yet, they still came.

[Anansi] "Are you lot just going to stand there and look pretty?! Take up arms!”- the man quipped, noticing they bore no sign of allegiance with the opposition​

Infected closied in. The Sweet Pirates had to act. Who would make the call?



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East Beach: Enclosure
In the middle of hell, a cute talking porcupine met the duo. The enclosure shook again. Morumotto whimpered. The color of his spines seems to respond to his mood, darkening with a whimper. As the earth quit its trembling, the color on the spines came back, illuminating the cave. Morumotto feel at ease when the Okama told him he'd be safe. Whether he could keep that promise, however, one would soon find out.

The banter between Rogue and the Okama served to concern the porcupine even more. What the marooned man felt was more than observation haki. It was instinct. The porcupine felt it to: a shadow creeping in a dark room. The calm before the storm. The question remained whether the trio would stay safe in the enclosure, or meet danger head-on.

Morumotto jumped to the nearest rock and puffed his chest.

[Morumotto] “I've always been afraid. But I can't let that stop me! I have to save my family!“- the porcupine said to Rogue, “Straight into the Yonko's fortified laboratory I'll go!”- Morumotto huffed​

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[Morumotto] “HEEEE-HAAAWWW!!!!!”- the porcupine bellowed that infamous call​

That infamous call bounced off the rocky enclosure, filling the rainbow-lit room with a familiar sound that cast an aura unmistakable. This creature seemed to carry more than just the color of Emporio Ivankov. This was no mere coincidence.

The porcupine put on a brave face, puffing his chest. Legs shaking, Morumotto began to hop towards the enclosures' exit. Eputhumia and Rogue had their own die to cast.

 

[Aro]

Moimoro #4
@Ichimonji @Einsauer
East Beach: Enclosure

Eputhimia gave the man a strange look as he laughed to himself despite the unknown threat of danger nearby.

"You know, maybe I shouldn't have saved this clown. He's fucking nuts!" The Okama said while shaking his head.

The man's laughter died down until it was a mere chuckle before he turned to face the stranger that saved his life. "You really think so?" He questioned, sounding slightly hurt to Eputhumia's surprise. Suddenly, Morumotto leaped to the nearest rock facing the hooded man, puffing out his chest profusely in a display of fake confidence.

“I've always been afraid. But I can't let that stop me! I have to save my family! Straight into the Yonko's fortified laboratory I'll go!” He declared, bellowing a resounding "HEE-HAW" that echoed through the cave they stood in. An Aurora of color flooded the enclosure, illuminating in a beauty that seemed almost supernatural. Eputhumia looked around in an awe filled trance, instantly recognizing the call that bounced off the walls of the underground structure.

"You...You're like...him!" The Okama exclaimed in swelling excitment.

The hooded stranger cast a confused gaze at the gender-fluid man before returning it back to the young porcupine, who was now making his way towards the enclosure's exit. Eputhumia, having regained his senses, spotting him as well and called out to him in panic "W-Wait! Hold on! This is an EMPEROR'S territory remember!? We can't just run in recklessly!"

The hooded man instantly kicked off of the ground at blinding speeds, leaping over the small creature before landing gracefully infront of the exit with a light thud. "Moving bit hastily aren't you scrunt?" He said calmly, bending his knees to bring himself lower to his height.

"I don't really understand this world, but an 'Emperor' sounds like they're bad news...especially this particular one. Taking into consideration your little light show from earlier, you're probably a creature that's important to this island somehow." He said, letting his words settle for a second or two before continuing. "Not that I really care about that OR owe you anything. But, I know what it's like to lose family. You're too puny and weak to inflitrate a FORTIFIED Emperor facility, if you go by yourself you will just cause your family pain and anguish."

The man pulled down his hood, revealing fair skin, crimson colored, shoulder length messy hair. He had narrow yellow eyes that were filled with compassion. His appearance was slightly different compared to Water Seven, his beard and scars had disappeared somehow, yet his handsome appearance still remained.

"I'm called Rouge C. Sang. I don't normally help strangers, but I'll let it slide just this once."

Eputhumia's face flushed beet red. Oh my god! He's hot!​

 

[Ichimonji]

Momoiro Island #4
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East Beach: Enclosure
Heee-Hawww! Eputhumia and Rogue had their own die to cast. The Okama recognized the color and call. This creature, once lively in Momoiro Island, shared an unmistakable connection with the spirit of the Commander of the Revolutionary Army. Perhaps one could begin to even hope. Yet, that hope could stand to be dashed. Legs shaking, the young porcupine hopped to his death. The fortified laboratory of a Yonko was his destination.

Suddenly, the young man appeared in front of Morumotto. With kind words, Rogue offered to escort the porcupine straight into Hell.

[Morumotto] “R-R-R-Really?! Y-Y-You will?!“- the porcupine said, eyes widening with admiration, “I-I-I-I don't know what to say. Truth is, I'm very scared! T-T-Thank you.”- Morumotto finished, wiping a tear from his eye​

The rainbow glow on the creature's spines grew in intensity, pulsating in rhythm with Morumotto's smile. In yet another simile that the Okama may recognize, the porcupine jumped towards Rogue's legs and hugged him, keeping his rainbow spines tucked as to not hurt his new friend. If Eputhumia would join them, he'd receive a similar welcome from the young creature. It was as if those eyes had seldom seen good. Indeed, his age would be telling. Born during the Yonko's reign, Morumotto had not seen kindness. Here, this young man showed it in spades. Eputhumia would not be alone. The young porcupine also gave himself permission to hope.

[Morumotto] "Rogue it is, then. You can call me Mori! It's what my Mom used to call me. To the laboratory!"- the excited young porcupine said​

Assuming, but not deciding, the "hot" man would allow, Morumotto jumped on Rogue's shoulder. The porcupine would lead them out of the enclosure through a gap in the rock. A chilling mist greeted them over vast plains they would find. Only Morumotto's glow would allow them to see in front of them. The trek would be long and dangerous. If the duo had any questions for the young porcupine, Morumotto was all ears.

A foreboding feeling would set. The mist seemed to be alive.

The trio of unlikely allies would set their course to the most dangerous laboratory in these waters. One seeking to save his family. Another seeking to save his island. The last to uncover his destiny. They’d need not search long, destiny had already found them.

The camera would switch to a shot of Rogue's back as he walked through the mist. The shot zoomed into the man's feet as he walked, capturing the sole of his shoes on each step. The view penetrated the shoes, revealing the bottom of Rougue's right foot. Though no pain nor discomfort would alert the young man, the camera shot revealed a diminutive indent on the sole of his right foot. Two black veins ran from the indent like an infection.

 

[Einsauer]

The sound of flesh tearing would reach the Sweet Pirates' ears. However, the screams did not come. The blood-soaked chains would bear witness to success, but the silence was damming.

Suddenly, as if on its own volition, the mist began to clear up. The parting of the mist revealed the situation they were led to.

Sweet Einsauer stood confidently, already beginning to reload the chains around her slender arms, whilst her new companions stood on standby in a state of mild shock and awe. Mela and Kubo had not witnessed Sweet's finesse in battle and admittedly, the young amazoness was beginning to doubt she ever truly had the fishwoman held captive. The young teal-haired girl stood and her pet snake moved up her body, dropping the vial of rainbow-colored concoction into Mela's hand. Sweet's eyes shifted from her previous targets to the vial that was impossible to ignore with the surrounding scenery being so dismal and grey.

[Shambler] "GUWOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"- a bestial voice filled the air
Around the Sweet Pirates were a collection of things straight out of a nightmare. Around ten human-sized figures were writhing on the ground, flesh torn by the chain. Clickers. Suddenly, the infected slowly got up. It was as if pain or wounds meant nothing to them. Their faces and skin seemed to be torn open with a fungus that grew to create a thick armor. Clothes once worn were ripped and indistinguishable. The smell now reached the group, pungent and fresh. Behind them, at least five Whitbeard-sized creatures slowly trudged around the area. Shamblers. Their bodies were bloated by the fungus, creating a monster.

"THEIR BODIES--!"

"...Are getting back up."




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The pirate women and the serpentine companion looked around at the rising horde of undead gathering up before them. Sweet scanned across the bloodied beach and spotted other combatants contesting the zombies infesting the island. As the pungent smell of rancid, rotted flesh met Sweet's nose she recoiled a bit instinctively- this must've been the smell Gochi had picked up on from far off the shore... Rot.

The captain's face hardened and she looked back to the frightened Amazonian duo. "We can kill 'em as many times as it takes." She remarked confidently with a sharp-fanged smile, her chains already being prepared to take on the initial wave of clickers. Mela's face steeled and she grab hold of her sword's hilt.

The swordswoman would be first to act, emboldened by Sweet's self-confidence. She unsheathed her sword with a mastered smoothness, the air before the blade firing off into a small, shimmering projectile (aimed at the head of one of the larger shamblers in the back of the horde).

Flick
With a rapid flick of Mela's wrist, she draws her blade from its hip-sheathe; resulting a fast projectile slash; Mela can optionally resheathe her blade instantly or continue to wield it. Notably, this attack is so rapid it can be followed by another attack for a small stamina fee.
Requires 21 Mastery, 21 Strength (DPR: C)
DAMAGE: 3. Large Building Level + 1 = 4. 4. City Block Level!

"Amazon Arrow!" She cried out, bringing her sword back to her chest in a tight spiral motion. She gathered the stale, putrid air around her and prepared it for weaponization. With a swift thrust, the air alit with glowing energy- a manifested "arrow" shot forward towards the same shambler as before.

Amazon Arrow
With a intricate movement of her arm and then a forward thrust, Mela wields the air itself in front of her to fire a shimmering projectile akin to an arrow at a precise location.
Requires 31 Mastery, 21 Strength (DPR: C) -> Requires 61 Mastery, 41 Strength (DPR: B)
DAMAGE: 3. Large Building Level + 2 = 5. Town Level!

@Ichimonji @Infinity

 

[Ichimonji]

Momoiro Island #5
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Central Beach: D-Day
Infected closed in. The Sweet Pirates found themselves in a live battlefield. A sect fought off what the strapping black man called "infected". Surrounding the Sweet Pirates were those infected who clicked, their eyes covered with a mushroom-like organism. Though their bodies bled from the first chain attack, they closed in without the hurdle of pain or fear. Behind them, the larger infected stomped around the area. The captain made the call to take up arms.

A quick counterattack found two Shamblers fall with a dramatic thud. The Clickers around them turned and looked to the behemoths in surprise, showing some manner of emotion. However, they soon screeched, as if invigorated by the sight. Suddenly, the dozen clickers surrounding them ran at top speed (61-80 bracket), flailing their arms mindlessly. Claws darkened with armament haki, the clickers showed they had spirit, a terrible implication on their true identity. The clickers would seek to claw through any attack and subdue their attackers. If they got in close, their sharp beastial fangs would seek to sink in the pirates' neck and inject the infection.

Mindless creatures, neither pain nor fear would hold them back.

[Shambler] "WHyyyOOOOO! Whyoooo SUUUUUU ATOOOKOOOOO?!?!?!"- a bestial voice echoed in the background​

As the clickers closed in, the two Shamblers got up bearing newly minted wounds. They roared loudly, the last of their unintelligible words coming as a question.The Sweet Pirates would need to do better than that to bring the behemoths down. By leaning forward, the heavy mushrooms in their faces would detach and fling towards the pirates. The liquid goo would fall on the pirates like rain in a five meter diameter radius with the ability to burn skin. Allies be dammed.

[Anansi] “That's useless, you lot!"- the man with a West African accent screamed, "Take out their legs and disable them!”- the warrior implored, turning to his own opposition​

In a display of dexterity and skill, the African man swung his head. The spider-shaped hairdo he styled suddenly jumped from his head. Hair in the shape of large spider legs wrapped around the half a dozen human-looking infected. Immobilizing them, his squad took their blades to the infected's legs, slicing them clean off. The infected writhed on the ground, soon crawling towards the retreating soldiers.

In Amazon Lily, the Sweet Pirates got a civilized welcome. In Momoiro Island, they recieved an entirely different welcome.

Spoiler: DPS Calculations

Sweet DPS: 4. City Block Level
Shambler Dura: 61-80: 4. City Block Level (dura) + 1 (armor) = 5. Town Level

= somewhat effective​

Amazonian DPS: 5. Town Level
Shambler Dura: 61-80: 4. City Block Level (dura) + 1 (armor) = 5. Town Level

= normal damage​

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Clicker(s) DPS: 61-80 2. Small Building Level (strength) +1 (haki) + 1 (C Rank) = 4. City Block Level (bite and claw)

Shambler DPS: 61-80 2. Small Building Level (FS) +1 (C Rank) = 3. Large Building Level

= Has burning effect, like acid​

 

[Einsauer]

A quick counterattack found two Shamblers fall with a dramatic thud. The Clickers around them turned and looked to the behemoths in surprise, showing some manner of emotion. However, they soon screeched, as if invigorated by the sight. Suddenly, the dozen clickers surrounding them ran at top speed (61-80 bracket), flailing their arms mindlessly. Claws darkened with armament haki, the clickers showed they had spirit, a terrible implication on their true identity. The clickers would seek to claw through any attack and subdue their attackers. If they got in close, their sharp beastial fangs would seek to sink in the pirates' neck and inject the infection.

Sweet watched for the result of the slashes on the undead behemoths before her attention was robbed away by the rapidly encroaching hoard. The sea captain's chain began rotating overhead, despite the immense heft of her two chains they were able to be wielded like ribbons by the fishwoman. The chain extended more and more as Sweet Einsauer prepared a similar attack to before, at least until the larger zombies fired out acidic blobs of infectious spores.

Shambler] "WHyyyOOOOO! Whyoooo SUUUUUU ATOOOKOOOOO?!?!?!"- a bestial voice echoed in the background
As the clickers closed in, the two Shamblers got up bearing newly minted wounds. They roared loudly, the last of their unintelligible words coming as a question.The Sweet Pirates would need to do better than that to bring the behemoths down. By leaning forward, the heavy mushrooms in their faces would detach and fling towards the pirates. The liquid goo would fall on the pirates like rain in a five meter diameter radius with the ability to burn skin. Allies be dammed.

The invading pirates needed to think quickly, Sweet's pupils contracted into vertical, snake-like slits; her observation haki instinctively flaring into action. All the impending forces at play seemed to slow down in her mind, her chains tightening in her webbed fingers in preparation for combat. She jumped into the air and to the side of the infectious blast, swinging both chains down and around as she followed through with her leap. With a loud, continuous rattle her chains were whipped down into the direction of the Clickers she was jumping towards.

Double Down!!: Sweet reels back two bechained arms and swings down forcefully striking those in front of her.
Requirements: 61 Mastery, 61 Strength
Destructive Potency Rank: A

Strength: 4 + DPR: 3 = 7. Mountain Level!!

Captain Einsauer moved too hastily to hear the sage advice delivered via a heavy voice:

[Anansi] “That's useless, you lot!"- the man with a West African accent screamed, "Take out their legs and disable them!”- the warrior implored, turning to his own opposition

Mela widened her eyes and crouched her knees shot up and launched her small frame backwards from the massive assailants and their projectiles, her head twitched around at all the oncoming threats. Her reflexes became heightened as her muscles consistently flexed and unflexed, readying themselves to dodge and flee as necessary; a technique she dubbed Prey Stance.

Prey Stance
Mela initiates a defensive stance, increasing her reaction speed by mastery/5 and deflecting projectile style attacks with her sword in the process. 1 turn CD if motionless, 2 turn CD if moving. Mela cannot attack in this stance, but can enter it from 'Flick'.
Requires 61 Mastery, 61 Strength, 61 Reaction Speed, 61 Movement Speed (if moving)
Total Reaction Speed for 1 Turn: 112

As she prepared herself to avoid any undead creatures, that weren't in Sweet's line of destruction, Mela heard the accented cry from the other living troop in the decided battlefield. Her eyes flickered up and down from the ankles to the slashing claws of the clickers. She couldn't attack whilst in her Prey Stance, instead she would need to play defensively however possible.
Her snake Kubo, however, would attempt to trip the first (if any) clicker to reach Mela by utilizing a rapid lash of his yellow-scaled tail.

Tail Whip
Kubo whips his tail out to strike or trip his opponent.
DPR: C, requires 21 mastery, 21 strength
DPR: B, requires 41 mastery, 41 strength

Strength: 2 + DPR: 2 = 4. City Block Level!

@Ichimonji @Infinity

 

[Ichimonji]

Momoiro Island #6
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Central Beach: D-Day
In Momoiro Island, the Sweet Pirates recieved an entirely different welcome. The group were greeted by a live battlefield. Soldiers and infected fought to hold the ground, forcing the interlopers to join. The mist dispersed to show the entirety of the rocky terrain, revealing the infected closing in. The captain of the group, the famed Eisenhauer, swung his chains in defiance. The Clickers crossed their arms to mitigate the damage. However, they too were pushed back, flesh tearing from their mushroom-riddled limbs. The acid would melt the ground. However, it failed to meet their target. Instead, the downward pound of the chains further damaged the group. The difference in strength and dexterity was clear.

However, a most incredible thing occurred. The Clickers got back up. These were no normal humans. Neither pain nor panic would hold them back.

[Shambler] "DDDDDHHHHOOOOONNN KKKKKIITTTTTLL SHUUUUUUU!!!!"- the Shambler roared, its voice quivering​

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[Clicker] "CCCRRIIICKKKKKKKKKK!!!"- the clickers called in unison, retreating from Eisenhauer's position, paving the way for the charging Shambler​

Assuming, but not deciding, Eisenhauer landed, he'd witness an odd sight. All the Shamblers but one gave a particular call. Most of the Clickers turned their heads and followed command and Clickers began to run. Retreat. Eisenhaur had proven himself.

However, the Shambler that remained did the opposite: he charged. The four Clickers that remained stopped their charge and stepped aside, paving the way for the behemoth that now charged Eisenhaur. The front of its body was black with haki, crossing his arms to repel any attacks. The mushrooms on his body glowed brightly, growing in intensity. Once a few feet from Eisenhaur, the Shambler let out a deep roar. Suddenly, his body exploded outwards, scattering acid all around him in a eight meter radius in a shower that could pierce solid stone.

Mela would find two Clickers followed her. The first found its face buried in rock, tripped by the snake. The second and third vaulted over the snake and closed the gap. One from the left and another from the right, they swung this claws forward. The dexterity allowed them to slah forward half a dozen times in the blink of a second, aiming to shred any in opposition. In her newfound stance, Mela would find the attacks slow and predictable. There was some sentience inside that made their wills be easily readable.

Around thirty meters away, the group of soldiers fought their own infected. These were more human than the Clickers, with no sign of mushroom infection other than their blood-filled mouth and eyes.

[Anansi] “Seimen Kikan... SPIDER TRAP!!!!"- the man with a West African accent bellowed, his hair stabbed into the ground in front of him​

Anansi, the fearless leader of the soldiers, knelt in front of the fallen Runners. The man's soldiers had cut the infected's legs, rendering immobile. In a display of dexterity, hair would erupt from the ground in a perfect box around the fallen Runners. The hair rose and formed a hexagonal web of hair. Intricate and beautiful, the hair would be reminiscent of a spider's web. The Runners tried to crawl out of the trap, but they found no way out. The infected were trapped. The soldiers were safe.

Without concern for his own safety, Anansi ran towards the Sweet Pirates and joined the fray.

Spoiler: OCC/DPS

Note: Sorry for the late reply. I had lapse in motivation. But should be good now!


Shambler DPS: 81-100: 3. Large Building Level +3 (A Rank) = 6. City Level

= Has burning effect, like acid​

= Moderate burn: using the burned parts hurts and will cause slight extra damage each turn (D rank). lasts for 3-4 turns. Requires at least 51 mastery​

Clicker(s) DPS: 61-80 2. Small Building Level (strength) +1 (haki) + 1 (B Rank) = 5. Town Level