Island Water Seven

[Infinity]

Water Seven #8
@Dream @Lamby
The man smiled sinisterly, seeking more information on the massive operation of Galley La. The barwoman replied, happy to assist a tourist, however the man would turn around distracted by Sweet temporarily disappearing from the range of his awareness. Standing up to his full height and forgetting about his Saké altogether, he turned around and rushed out of the establishment at a quick pace. Right as he stepped through the doors, she reappeared into his range. He cast his gaze in the direction of Scrap Island, where she sailed away, disappearing as fast as she appeared. Carrying with her, her will of fire. Sensing it again had brought a nostalgic feeling to the man, causing him to drop his sinister facade. He became calmer, soothed by the energy she radiated. He closed his eyes as a memory manifested within his mind. The voice of a person he once knew.

"Hey you! You're stronger than you look! How about you join me? The chance is yours, before the whole world knows my name! You want a purpose? Let me give you one!" Echoed a ghost from the past before he faded back into the present. He opened his eyes, tears streaming steadily beneath his hood. She looked different here, but he had to find out, if they existed too in the world he now called home!

His attention then turned to one of the other members of the crew, the second strongest, yet again another aura he recognized. When he had arrived, he hadn't bothered to focus on the aura of the other members thanks to Sweet. But now that he did, memories had begun to rush back to him all at once. Memories he had that he had long forgotten. What was going on? In a daze, the hooded man slowly walked on the path of scrap towards the fighting duo, completely unaware of his surroundings.

Meanwhile Aro sat and watched the knight and the ninja go at each other's throats, failing to notice Gochi's disappearance. This was something of a caliber he had never seen before and he couldnt take his eyes off it. He looked up as the golden pirate leaped up into the air as the ninja squatted down loe in preparation for whatever would come next.​

 

[Magimasterkarp]

Same song as last post, but by an american band in ireland.​

The barwoman poured the drinks for the little group. In preparations for a small toast, Johnny held up his glass while the rest got their shots as well.
"To piracy, to freedom!"
Bill and Johnny, hardened warriors in the booze wars, pound back their shots in one synchronized motion, slamming their empty glasses onto the bar, upturned. Afterwards...

Bill turned to his left, a frown on his face. "Oi!" He adresses the Barwoman, "What's this then?" indicating to the empty glasses on the bar: "When a bloke with that hair color..." He reaches over to ruffle the scarlet mane on Johnnys head, "Pro'nunces it Whisky, 'e wants Scotch, not Bourbon!"

Johnny turned to his right, a smile on his face. "Oi!" He adresses Kiev, "Who are you then?" giving a small nod towards the assembled Sweet pirate Swabbies: "Are you with..." A hand reached out from behind him, ruffling his hair and stirring up his hangover headaches again. "Ey... Are you with the geezer and his crew?"

Spoiler: OOC

Scotch irl is -suprise!- from Scotland, where it is just called Whisky. In countries further west, including America, where Bourbon comes from, its called Whiskey. Bill is an expert Bartender and Drinker, he can taste the extra e. I dont drink, I assume that's how it works.

Just then, a man entered the bar. For some reason...

" Hey, Blueno "

...Bill got the feeling that this man...

...might be...

He made his way through the crowd, and then made his way towards the staff door

...the owner of this bar:

Trusting his bartending instincts which gave him such unique insights, he yelled at the bull headed man:
"Aye, what kinda dive bar are ya running 'ere? Can't even get an order right!"
"Will you keep it down a bit? I still have a hangover!"
Snapped Johnny, still fixing his hair as an excuse to clutch at his head.

 

[lophole]

The coward gasped as he watched the man's armor be pierced. Oroshi watched as they continued the battle skyward. Still, he was unsure if he should intervene. "I don't know if I can compete with them. It probably is for the best if I don't step in and get myself killed," he said nervously to himself as he backed up into the bar. He turned to see an old man yelling about his drink being wrong. He thinks about his order and remembers his order was wrong. He decides to speak up. "Y-Yeah, m-my order was wrong too," he says nervously.​

 

[God_Usopun]

Green Water #1
@Emperor Cross @Infinity @Lamby @lophole @Magimasterkarp​

Blueno's Bar was a hive of activity that he had grown accustomed to over the years. As the door creaked open, he stepped inside, greeted by the familiar cacophony of laughter, conversation, and the clinking of glasses. His presence commanded an unspoken respect from the regulars, a recognition of his role as owner and protector of this establishment.

He glanced at Johnny and Bill, two seasoned drinkers amid a toast. Johnny's bright red hair stood out, making him an easy target for Bill’s good-natured ribbing. "To piracy, to freedom!" Johnny toasted, and Blueno couldn't help but appreciate the camaraderie that thrived in his bar. Bill’s complaint about the whisky brought a slight smile to Blueno’s. "When a bloke with that hair color pro’nunces it whisky, 'e wants Scotch, not Bourbon!" Bill’s words carried over the din, adding to the lively atmosphere.

Oroshi’s nervous voice caught his attention. "Y-Yeah, m-my order was wrong too," the timid man stammered. Blueno nodded subtly to the barwoman, signaling her to address the mistake.

The bar throbbed with life, each patron contributing to the collective pulse that made Blueno’s Bar unique. The barwoman moved with practiced ease, correcting orders and maintaining the equilibrium. Conversations overlapped, stories intertwined, and in the midst of it all, Blueno found solace. His bar was a microcosm of the world beyond its walls, where destinies intersected, stories unfolded, and the ever-present hum of adventure beckoned to all who dared to listen.

Blueno took a moment to appreciate the scene as he moved towards the staff door.

 

[Infinity]

Water Seven #9

Bombarded by wave after wave of old memories, the man walked an aimless path down the bridge of scrap. He staggered left and right, like an intoxicated madman before losing his footing and falling into the sea with a loud splash.

Underneath the deep blue sea, his body became weakened, the sea draining his strength before a strong current swiftly carried him away from the small island against his will. His mind finally began to slow down, lingering on one final image before his conciousness finally faded into black.

The hood floated off his head, revealing the face of a bearded, handsome man, with scars decorating his face. Fate had managed to interwine this man with the Sweet Pirates. But his and their story was far from over...

Captain....
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Spoiler: OOC

Allowing Lamby to take control of Aro

 

[Lamby]

"WATER 7!!" #10
@The Sweet Pirates!
Confrontation in the Skies! Gerald Yopenheimer masquerading as the esteemed Gas Station Hot-Dogs Vs The Purple Ninja!

Gerald was no pushover but, he'd been caught off-guard by the sudden sequence of events. He was off balance, momentarily distracted and now placed in a precarious sequence that would most likely lead to him being injured. With nothing left in his arsenal, he hardened his entire body... It was a last ditch effort but there was nothing else he could do; his torso hardened as per his command and the thrust stabbed into his defenses!
A sharp pain befell our gilded knight, and he slammed into the scrap metal grounds! Specs of blade left the open crevice of his helmet and the ninja felt a wave of gratitude encapsulate his being! Though Gerald wasn't finished, his cream appendage slammed into the ground and he forced himself upright through a somersault, he kicked the air and shot into a sky with a massive shockwave reverberating throughout the space.

"!?!" The ninja's satisfactory expression then turned sour, his attack wasn't as effective as he thought and now... Gerald was on the offensive! "I was sure I'd pierced his armor! There was resistance but I'd assumed I'd struck muscle, he was a big man afterall... Almost as tall as my Dad, or maybe even taller?! Whatever- Dad's gone now, now I must dispose of this imposter. I'd outclassed him on the ground and now he'd taken to the skies. I can't lose him here!" He mentally exclaimed, coming to a new epiphany as he garnered a bit of revelation in blind justice. He squatted down low, he locked his eyes on the now airborne gilded target... And he leapt up into the sky after him!

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"If I don't end this quite soon we might have to end up abandoning the plan to purchase the ships. Afterall Mikami and I were specifically tasked in making sure this was complete. Sweet's saber tooth sadism is not something I wish to be target for anytime soon, the last time we had a confrontation she had come just a smidge too close in separating my arm from the prestigious grasp of my main body. All conceit aside, It's best I finish the ninja before he has the chance to recover; afterall, thanks to my new invention I can now master the skies and soar above the hellish seas." Deeply though Gerald, he propelled upwards. Vertically climbing the bare sky as the purple assailant speedily chased after him. He levelled himself, garnering a thick resolve demonstrated with the gigantic creamy limbs he had adorned himself with, he coated the fists in haki and prepared for the Ninja's leading strike.

Water Breathing Fourth Form: Striking Tide (肆しノ型かた　打うち潮しお Shi no kata: Uchishio)

DPR B: 61 Strength, 41 Speed, 61 Mastery
DPR: 61-80: 2. Small Building Level + B(2) + Hardening(2) = 6. City Level

He swung, sacrificing the powerful boost of his own momentum he brought his blade along the rising diagonal that brough him towards Gerald. Winding he swung thrice, WHOOSH... The first cleaved through the air, having been aimed at his leg; he was swiftly dodged. WHOOOOSH!... The second, followed the keen momentum allowing him to climb in the air after Gerald, traversing in an arc he brought his blade around rotating his right arm and brought it over head; with all his might... He struck the knight! firmly clashing against Gerald's massive cream palm!

81-100: 5. Town Level + Hardening(2) = 120: 7. Mountain Level
DPR 1 below dura: somewhat effective

Gerald closed his open palm; grabbing the blade of the ninja he prompted to swiftly disarm him, he shifted the blade to the side and leaned in raising his right cream fist to his side as he reeled for the punch. "He's still this quick?! I thought I had injured him to hinder his turns?" Questioned the ninja, he froze. His weapon was within the grasp of his opponent and now, quickly assessing the situation he began to consider the faults in his own plan... His own blind Justice. "Dammit... I didn't want to let him go and now I'm at a huge stump. My sword's the only consistent weapon I currently possess!" He quickly thought. He lifted his left arm, as Gerald prepared to through his right; shifting his haki to his fist to attempt to block the damage he may sustain.

"Y'know..." Began Gerald, like a piston upon release it shot with incredible speed and retained an excess of raw explosive power...

"Hook"
Gerald forms the creamy stub of the appendage into a fist, keeping his form; watching his foot work and maneuvering his hips whilst stepping in, subtly and meticulously he increases the sugar concentration of the fist he intends to use and he throws a quick and powerful right hook capable of burning off the flesh of his victim!
DPR A: 61 Devil Fruit Master, 61 Strength, 61 Speed

81-100: 3. Large Building Level + A(3) + Hardening(1) = 7. Mountain Level!!

BOOM!! Loudly sounded the impact of the hit, akin to that of a muffled canon being heard from a distance. It was directed right for the head, and with the Ninja's attempt to defend himself he could only just barely soften the blow...

61-80: 4. City Block Level + Hardening(1) = 81-100: 5. Town Level
DPR 2 or more higher than dura: super effective

The Ninja's entire body shifted in the direction of Gerald's powerful Haki-infused and Devil Fruit; infused strike! His left arm fell, it's tenseness immediately softened, a shockwave softly reverberated slapping the helmet of our Gilded Knight, the Ninja's conciseness immediately slipped; a profound ringing in his ears, the dizziness from having one's own Endolymph ferociously rocked from a single action. His teeth were forcefully ground together and the rough impact managed to deal some internal damage to his mouth; causing him to bleed...

"...I'm sorry that our tussle would have to come to such an improper ending, I would say that it was foolish to chase me into the sky like this. You did much more superbly on the ground; sadly you don't know who I am. I am Gas Station Hot-Dogs, the triumphant buffoon who was just strong enough to put you in the dirt where you belong." He pompously uttered, his words laced with a subliminal malice he wished to convey to the inconsequential wretch who dared to take his life. He followed through with the hit, and the Ninja was sent flying through the air and quickly descended downwards however Gerald still had more, he itched for blood; he utilized his Limb Enhancers, propelling himself through the air like a jet he chased after the temporarily incapacitated Ninja.

He shrunk his palms and uncladded himself in haki, he gripped the Ninja by the face; and with full force he shot straight down into trash island! Steadily speeding up using his bounce boots to leap atop the air.

81-100: 3. Large Building Level +D(0) = 81-100: 3. Large Building Level
DPR 1 below dura: somewhat effective

This was the turning point for their fight, coming to such a conclusion after their drawn out clash whilst nested firmly on the ground. Mikami stared in absolute shock, "Yer Crazy Strong!" He blared, though a strong exaggeration considering that there were others who's powers far surpassed even Gerald's, this was the very tip of the Ice berg.

Gerald, on the other hand, remained clung upon the stagnant body of the ninja. He wanted to ensure that this individual had their share and would never bother them again. The Trash on the outskirts of Water 7 were properly worn, thrashed; crushed, dented and disturbed from the confrontation. He had nothing to add to Mikami's statement, he plucked the Ninja from the trash. Harnessing his Devil Fruit's innate ability he gathered a thin layer upon his palm, focusing it's sugar concentration to properly burn away the mask of their aggressor however... And utmost unexpectedly, it popped?! Shattering like glass it immediately scattered. The Ninja dropped to the floor, his limp body only managing to remain afloat as he had fallen upon his shins. Slumped over as he maintained perfect balance...

"Mark?..."

 

[Magimasterkarp]

It seemed the horn haired man really was the owner of the Bar, commanding his bartender with the same subtle motions that Bill and Johnny could employ to order a new round.
Placated for now with a (second) free drink, Bill turned to face the bar again. His eyes glanced over the selection of various alcoholic beverages on display. Then they kept glancing. Glancing turned to looking and then into studying, meticulously cataloguing the rows of booze and cocktail ingredients and the state of the equipment behind the bar. One of the swabbies that came ashore with them stepped up to the bar next to him, pondering an order. Bill had spent a few weeks on the Cotton Blossom, so he was familiar with all the crewmembers. There wasn't nearly enough booze on board to stock a proper bar, but he had familiarized himself with the tastes of the crew as well as he could. He trusted his instincts and made a reccomendation:
"Yer gonna want a Pirate Island Ice Tea..." He quickly glanced over his shoulder, and then addressed the Barwoman: "An' a Baltigo Libré, two Piña Colada, one of 'em virgin, and a beer fer his mates at the table back there."
"Err, yeah, that..." confirmed the Swabbie.
Satisfied, Bill watched the barwoman get to work. There was something in the clinking of glassware that always brought back pleasant memories from his childhood, of growing up behind the counter of Santiago's Bar and Grill, tending bar and taking care of the drunks. He made a decision.
The swabbies' order wasn't fully prepared yet, so another Bartender came by to help. With quick, well trained motions he prepared the two Piña Coladas, shaking them simultaneously while giving a sly wink to Grandma Kokoro. After expertly drawing a beer from the tap and adding a bowl of pretzels onto the tray, he finished the order and pushed it towards the pirate underling.
"That'll be 3000 Berry then, aye?"
Johnny didn't even need to turn around to know that Bill had crept behind the bar, planting himself there like a fat spider in it's net, "just helping out". A nonchalant knock on the counter while lounging back on a bar stool was enough communication, akin to tugging on a silk strand, and soon a new drink slid right into the redheads hand, who was slowly trading his hangover in for intoxication. He took a big swig and kept eyeing the man with the strange outfit (Kiev), still waiting for the man to speak up.
Bill could fit himself into the activity behind the bar seamlessly but for one detail. When the Sweet Pirate Swabbie gave him the money for his order, the bills wandered directly into his pockets. He had no intention of using the bar's cash register aside from emptying it. He was a pirate after all.

Spoiler: Edit: Added Profession

Bartending Wisdom 2 Star
A bartender has basic knowledge of every part of the food and drink service industry, and serves as an impromptu therapist for the drunk and bedraggled.

 

[lophole]

The blue-haired boy looks at the bar owner for what seems like hours, his eyes filled with fear as the memory of his island burning down flooded his mind. He backs up as he remembers a horned man standing over his father's bloodied body. "Y-you," he backs up further as he draws his rapier." B-Back off," with shaky hands, grips his blade tightly. " Y-You won't retake me, you marine dog!" he shouts, completely forgetting the old man as well as the other patrons of the bar. it's only himself and this horned man. A coward and a demon​

 

[God_Usopun]

Green Water #2
@Emperor Cross @Lamby @lophole @Magimasterkarp​

It seemed the horn-haired man owned the bar, commanding his bartender with the same subtle motions that Bill and Johnny could employ to order a new round. Placated for now with a (second) free drink, Bill turned to face the bar again. His eyes glanced over the selection of various alcoholic beverages on display. Then they kept glancing and glancing, turned to look, and then into studying, meticulously cataloging the rows of booze and cocktail ingredients and the state of the equipment behind the bar. One of the swabbies that came ashore with them stepped up to the bar next to him, pondering an order. Bill had spent a few weeks on the Cotton Blossom, so he was familiar with all the crewmembers. There wasn't nearly enough booze on board to stock a proper bar, but he had familiarized himself with the crew's tastes as well as he could. He trusted his instincts and made a recommendation:

"Yer gonna want a Pirate Island Ice Tea..." He quickly glanced over his shoulder and then addressed the barwoman: "An' a Baltigo Libré, two Piña Coladas, one of 'em virgin, and a beer for his mates at the table back there."

"Err, yeah, that..." confirmed the swabbie.

Satisfied, Bill watched the barwoman get to work. Something in the clinking of glassware always brought back pleasant memories from his childhood, of growing up behind the counter of Santiago's Bar and Grill, tending the bar and taking care of the drunks. He made a decision.

The swabbie's order wasn't fully prepared yet, so another bartender came by to help. He prepared the two Piña Coladas with quick, well-trained motions, shaking them simultaneously while giving a sly wink to Grandma Kokoro. After expertly drawing a beer from the tap and adding a bowl of pretzels onto the tray, he finished the order and pushed it towards the pirate underling.

"That'll be 3000 Berry then, aye?"


The blue-haired boy stared at the bar owner for what seemed like hours, his eyes filled with fear as the memory of his island burning down flooded his mind. He backed up, the image of a horned man standing over his father's bloodied body searing into his consciousness. "Y-you," he stammered, taking another step back as he drew his rapier. "B-back off," he commanded, though his shaky hands betrayed his fear. "Y-you won't retake me, you marine dog!" he shouted, his voice cracking with terror and rage.

The rest of the bar's patrons turned to watch the unfolding scene, the lively atmosphere taking on an uneasy edge. Bill and Johnny, momentarily distracted from their drinks, exchanged wary glances. The barwoman paused mid-pour, her eyes darting from the boy to Blueno.

Blueno's gaze hardened as he recognized the fear in the boy's eyes, a fear that transcended the present moment. He held up his hands placatingly, his voice calm and measured. "Easy there, lad," he said. "I'm not here to hurt you."

Blueno took a step forward, his expression remaining steady. "I don't know what you've been through, but I'm not the one you're looking for. My name's Blueno, and this is my bar. Why don't you put down the blade, and we can talk this out?"

 

[Lamby]

"Water 7!" #11
@Emperor Cross @Infinity @Einsauer @God_Usopun @lophole​

This was the turning point for their fight, coming to such a conclusion after their drawn out clash whilst nested firmly on the ground. Mikami stared in absolute shock, "Yer Crazy Strong!" He blared, though a strong exaggeration considering that there were others who's powers far surpassed even Gerald's, this was the very tip of the Ice berg.

Gerald, on the other hand, remained clung upon the stagnant body of the ninja. He wanted to ensure that this individual had their share and would never bother them again. The Trash on the outskirts of Water 7 were properly worn, thrashed; crushed, dented and disturbed from the confrontation. He had nothing to add to Mikami's statement, he plucked the Ninja from the trash. Harnessing his Devil Fruit's innate ability he gathered a thin layer upon his palm, focusing it's sugar concentration to properly burn away the mask of their aggressor however... And utmost unexpectedly, it popped?! Shattering like glass it immediately scattered. The Ninja dropped to the floor, his limp body only managing to remain afloat as he had fallen upon his shins. Slumped over as he maintained perfect balance...

"Mark?..."

"What the hell did he just say?" Loudly and rhetorically questioned Mikami as he tensed himself, his face slightly scrunching in confusion as he stared at the gilded knight; towering over the now defeated Purple Ninja. Gerald, underneath his mask he stared in absolute shock. His whole world suddenly crumbling as he took in and fully digested what it is he had done. The cream gathered at his fingers dissipated, Gerald reached and hauled off his mask; and conveniently so a bug hits Mikami in the eye forcing him to avert his gaze. He swears, "...Dammit... Stupid insects!" This was a by product extreme height, there were always chances of random debris caught in a stray breeze to be flung into one's eyes.

I will do a scientific study about this and conclude it on the next adventure, with Mikami following Gerald!!!

Though, with all the mystery behind who he was; he was finally exposed to the world. Only temporarily as he was at risk of being identified by the world. His hair was unique, his skin was soft and worst of all; he had a hat?! Never mind such discoveries, tears welled up and dropped from his eyes at the sight of his son battered scarred him emotionally... "No, I- I didn't know. What happened all these years?! Didn't they know that I had left, and more particularly... How could I... I-." Gerald was at a total loss for words. Instead he stopped his stammering, his body was filled with regret and he slightly hesitated to even step close to his son... But he pushed through, he pushed down his lament and the emotions he felt. "I- I can't deal with this now; We have a mission to complete." He thought. He grit his teeth and then curled his lower lip as he squeezed it between his jaws. His tears continued to fall but he refused to sob, he reached down and grabbed his helmet. Returning it to his head whilst Mikami conveniently recovered from the bug attack.

He raised the unconscious Mark, lifting him over his shoulder and holding him with extreme care, he had his head droop downwards to cover his face. He turned to the loveable right-hand man of Sweet and coldly stared. His empty and dark mask only echoing the abyssal sadness he had felt. "We're finished here." He loudly stated across the distance, utilizing his boots he leapt across trash island meeting Mikami at the bridge. Landing heavily dust thrusted upwards whilst the ground softly shook with small yet unnoticeable cracks surrounding his metallic boots.

"Wait, that's all?! What if he wakes up?" Mikami questioned in bewilderment.

"Then I'll deal with it," Gerald replied, he sounded upset. "Nevermind him, if anything happens I'll be able to detain him before it gets out of hand. What about the Vivre cards Sweet gave you, before coming over to find me; did you slip them to anyone else on the crew?"

"No, actually. Right after Captain-Boss gave me the task, I came to find you. Boss also took Gochi with her, so it's just you, me and the old fisher-guy. He's at the bar having a blast with Johnny." He replied. Gesturing off into the distance, the direction of Blueno's bar.

"Bill..." He muttered. "How are we going to divide and conquer?" He rhetorically questioned as he briefly descended into deep thought. "We also have to head to the shipwrights to collect the ships before anything escalates to hastily, here's what..." He began as he stepped off. He waved his hand as gesture; communicating that Mikami should walk with him... And so he did.

"Divide and Conquer?" Pondered Mikami, briefly attempting to peer into the Knight's inner cogs. He rubs his left eye once more, it's a bit irritated due to the unexpected collision with the bug. He looked downwards at the 7" tall Skypeian man who'd paced along side him.

"...Since our new "friend" is currently within my clutches, we can't parade through the streets without drawing some form of attention; therefore your task, from me, before you hand out the cards; rally the crew. Get Bill and Johnny and bring them to the docks, I will meet you there. I can't be spotted within the city with an unconscious person over my shoulder. We may be pirates but drawing unnecessary attention makes this mission a whole bit... More difficult." Instructed Gerald.

"So we won't be getting the Vivre cards? That's a bit lax considering what Boss left me to do, but I'll get the fisher-guy and Johnny." Replied Mikami. "You can count on me, Gerald!" He raised his arm and saluted, hastily walking ahead of him as he head off to the bar in the distance! (@Magimasterkarp)

And with that, Gerald watched Mikami leave him; he was now within Water 7 however he was mere moments away from being spotted by it's inhabitants, therefore; he took to the skies. Launching himself into the air using his Limb enhancers, he propelled himself to a rooftop and softly landed, using a supplementary jump to kill his momentum. He let off a long sigh, his woe; overpowered him and so he had restarted his lament, slowly pacing along the rooftop attempting to find the Docks on his own.

"O fili karissime..." He spoke in sorrow as he paced along.

 

[Magimasterkarp]

Quick German lesson: Kneipe = Bar, Schlägerei = Brawl ​

The blue-haired boy looks at the bar owner for what seems like hours, his eyes filled with fear as the memory of his island burning down flooded his mind. He backs up as he remembers a horned man standing over his father's bloodied body. "Y-you," he backs up further as he draws his rapier." B-Back off," with shaky hands, grips his blade tightly. " Y-You won't retake me, you marine dog!" he shouts, completely forgetting the old man as well as the other patrons of the bar. it's only himself and this horned man. A coward and a demon​

One hand in the cash register, Bill paused.
"Yer a marine?" He asked Blueno, "Then what are ye doin runnin' a bar? Ran outta countries to oppress?"
He turned to Kokoro: "See, I got nothin' against most marines on principle, 's long as they leave honest citizens like us alone." He pocketed the money from the cash register. "But they all is sticks innna mud. They ain't know how to have fun at all. At all."

"I don't know what you've been through, but I'm not the one you're looking for. My name's Blueno, and this is my bar. Why don't you put down the blade, and we can talk this out?"

Bill took down a high shelf bottle of booze, and poured himself another drink.
"Yeah, lad. Put down tha blade. That ain't no way to start a bar fight..."
Johnny's ears perked up, and he sat up straight. He waved a hand in front of the face of the man who still hadn't introduced himself (Kiev).
"Top of the mornin' to you! Are you mute, then? Bring the kid and the rabbit out of here, will you?"
Bill looked at the opened bottle in his hand. It almost seemed a waste. He hadn't drunk nearly enough. But oh, well...
"This is!"
And with that, Bill swung the bottle with all his might at Bluenos head!

Spoiler

The Opponent has to pay for the bottle he breaks over their head. The amount they have to pay gets multiplied by the amount of stars in the Bartending Wisdom profession. At 5 stars he unlocks the "Upcharging Technique" where he charges for one rank higher than the technique he used.

Yer talkin' Moonshine
(Cooking 61, Strength 61) DPR A Hits the Opponent with a self brewed bottle of moonshine. I´ve seen some glasses of moonshine for 24€, so that´s 3600 Berry.

61-80: 2. Small Building Level + A (3) = 5. Town Level

3600 Berry x 2 Profession stars = Blueno now owes Bill 7200 Berry

Spoiler: Edit

Edit: Apparently i never posted stats for Johnny. He's my 70% npc, his water 7 stats have been in my bio all this time:

Level 31 x 5 = 155
Human (+3 Strength, +3 Speed, +3 Vitality) x3
Strength: 35 +9 +5 = 49
Speed: 35 +9 = 44
Movement Speed - 44
Reaction Speed - 44
Vitality: 34 +9 = 43
Durability - 43
Stamina - 43
Martial Arts: 51
Rapier - 51
Gunslinging - 51

Profession:
Alcoholic: 3 Stars

"And I'm gunna charge ya fer that one!"

 

[lophole]

Hearing him lie makes his blood boil. He grips his weapon." Do you think I would believe your lies? There's only one fool here, and you are said fool." As the old man attacks Blueno, he follows suit with a leaping thrust (Gavotte Bond en Avant)." Now parish!" he shouts. It will be a hard battle, but Oroshi is ready to strike this bastard down.

Spoiler: DPR

Strangth=55= wall level + B tier=+2= large building DPR

 

[God_Usopun]

Green Water #3
@Emperor Cross @Lamby @lophole @Magimasterkarp​

As Bill swung the bottle at his head, Blueno's instincts kicked in. He shifted his weight and tilted his head, aiming to evade the blow with minimal movement, hoping to appear unfazed. At the exact moment, he caught sight of the boy lunging toward him with a thrust, his rapier aimed directly at Blueno's chest.

Blueno's eyes narrowed as he saw the blade rushing toward him, the tension in the room thickening. With a speed that belied his size, he moved just enough to avoid the lethal thrust, the tip of the rapier tearing through his shirt without breaking the skin. He made it look almost accidental as if the attack had barely grazed him by sheer luck. His torn shirt fluttered slightly as he stepped back, raising his hands again.

"Whoa, whoa! Easy there, lad!" Blueno said, his voice loud enough to attract the attention of everyone in the bar. His expression was a mix of shock and confusion as if he couldn't fathom why he was being attacked. "You're making a mistake! I'm just a bar owner!"

His voice carried through the bar, ensuring all eyes were on him. He hoped that playing the victim would sway the perception of those around him, making it seem like he was being unfairly targeted. His gaze flicked to the other patrons, silently urging them to believe his words while maintaining the calm, almost casual demeanor of a man who had nothing to hide.

Spoiler: Note

Blueno

Level 60
60 x 5 = 300

 

[Lamby]

Water 7 #12
@Magimasterkarp @lophole @God_Usopun @Infinity @Einsauer​

And with that, Gerald watched Mikami leave him; he was now within Water 7 however he was mere moments away from being spotted by it's inhabitants, therefore; he took to the skies. Launching himself into the air using his Limb enhancers, he propelled himself to a rooftop and softly landed, using a supplementary jump to kill his momentum. He let off a long sigh, his woe; overpowered him and so he had restarted his lament, slowly pacing along the rooftop attempting to find the Docks on his own.

"O fili karissime..." He spoke in sorrow as he paced along.

"Sweet. Do you know what it means to have nearly killed your child?!" Rhetorically spouted Gerald, his boots puffing upon each step as he paced along the rooftops; gazing over the concrete canopy the floating city offered. This was a mental cry, as he was now faced with the guilt of having harmed and potentially brutally wounding his own kin; his son...

This runs much more deep than simple principles and values but rather the bond and importance family has within Gerald's culture. His birthplace, nothing in this world ever lasts forever. Battle tests the fugaciousness of life, the confrontation of ideals; ideas as well as the power one can force from their body up until the moment they have made the first move.

CHINK
A brief yet subtle rattle of metal triggered and alerted Gerald! It's place of origin was exceptionally strange since; the only pair who should be grounded and nearby should be Gochi, the Dog and himself! He spun, underneath his helm his eyes ultimately widened however it was too late, he had fallen for the trap...

"Mark's technique was superb and I am proud to be his father but to have not recognized my own kin... What have I done?!" He mentally noted, distinctly recalling the first interaction they had right as the battle commenced.

"I've been gone for so long that I can only just barely recall the faces of the family I had already started. My wife, my son; even my deceitful brother. Father and Mother would be so displeased had they found out I have become so neglectful, so enamored by adventure that all my connections and my past; they've faded into a backlog. The misty clouds and haze that situated itself at the back of my mind, and to worsen things. I am now cursed, a walking devil defying the sea and natural order..."

Whilst Gerald immersed himself even further into his lament, the boy he'd been carrying had quickly come to. No doubt about it he was strong, his spirit fumed ferociously as he had been assigned a simple goal. to retrieve the armor this so called, "fake" possessed. His body jolted and his head raised, his eyes wide open as he took in his surroundings. The sea breezed kissed his baby-smooth skin, his silver-blue eyes quickly darted from the ground, to the roaring ocean and then lastly to the cape of the gilded knight he had previously begun fighting.

"Wh-what happened?! Why am I in the clutches of this phony?" He inquired, he tried his best to limit his movements as to not alert Gerald that he had awoken though, it might've been too late for that.

"My mask, it's broken?! When did it break? Did it break when he punched me back then? I can't tell, it all got so blurry right after that arial hit. We're so far from the scrap-heap and my sword- My sword! I don't have my sword!"
"Dammit, this is bad; is this where I'll die? He overpowered me so quickly and easily, I- I couldn't even grasp it!"

"Marc. Bene fecisti." Declared Gerald. Hidden away behind his mask, though loud enough so that his risen son could hear it. The jolt gave Mark away, however to ease his guilt; to ease his lament, this is what he felt was necessary.
-
Down at Blueno's Bar...

Bill took down a high shelf bottle of booze, and poured himself another drink.
"Yeah, lad. Put down tha blade. That ain't no way to start a bar fight..."
Johnny's ears perked up, and he sat up straight. He waved a hand in front of the face of the man who still hadn't introduced himself (Kiev).
"Top of the mornin' to you! Are you mute, then? Bring the kid and the rabbit out of here, will you?"
Bill looked at the opened bottle in his hand. It almost seemed a waste. He hadn't drunk nearly enough. But oh, well...
"This is!"
And with that, Bill swung the bottle with all his might at Bluenos head!

Spoiler: Edit

61-80: 2. Small Building Level + A (3) = 5. Town Level

3600 Berry x 2 Profession stars = Blueno now owes Bill 7200 Berry
Spoiler: Edit Edit: Apparently i never posted stats for Johnny. He's my 70% npc, his water 7 stats have been in my bio all this time:

"And I'm gunna charge ya fer that one!"

Mikami, the giant; after leaving Gerald ran over as fast as he could to gather his crewmates. Though he's a bit too big to fit inside he has to use other methods to see what exactly was going on inside, there was a ruckus...

As Bill swung the bottle at his head, Blueno's instincts kicked in. He shifted his weight and tilted his head, aiming to evade the blow with minimal movement, hoping to appear unfazed. At the exact moment, he caught sight of the boy lunging toward him with a thrust, his rapier aimed directly at Blueno's chest.

Blueno's eyes narrowed as he saw the blade rushing toward him, the tension in the room thickening. With a speed that belied his size, he moved just enough to avoid the lethal thrust, the tip of the rapier tearing through his shirt without breaking the skin. He made it look almost accidental as if the attack had barely grazed him by sheer luck. His torn shirt fluttered slightly as he stepped back, raising his hands again.

"Whoa, whoa! Easy there, lad!" Blueno said, his voice loud enough to attract the attention of everyone in the bar. His expression was a mix of shock and confusion as if he couldn't fathom why he was being attacked. "You're making a mistake! I'm just a bar owner!"

His voice carried through the bar, ensuring all eyes were on him. He hoped that playing the victim would sway the perception of those around him, making it seem like he was being unfairly targeted. His gaze flicked to the other patrons, silently urging them to believe his words while maintaining the calm, almost casual demeanor of a man who had nothing to hide.

"Oh no..." He muttered to himself, stooping down and peeping through the front doors of the bar he witnessed the remnants of what looks to be, a rowdy encounter. "Boss and Gerald are gonna be soooo mad..."
"And I still got the Vivre cards to hand out. We also have to get the boats and go, ASAP!"

 

[Magimasterkarp]

Bill wasn't a martial artist. He was barely even a fighter. Fancy blade work and silly ideas like fairness never really appealed to him, he just stabbed people until they were dead. The one exception to this was a good bar fight, where he would turn into a connoisseur of violence. A good natured row among patrons would lift up everybody's spirits and engender true camaraderie. He'd met some of his best friends by knocking out a few of their teeth.
That is how he knew something was wrong. He had swung a heavy bottle of booze at Blueno's head, but the giant ox man had evaded it almost nonchalantly, while also nearly getting skewered by the blue haired youngling that had accused him of being a marine. And still, he was focused on defending himself, not physically, but from the allegation.

"Whoa, whoa! Easy there, lad!" Blueno said, his voice loud enough to attract the attention of everyone in the bar. His expression was a mix of shock and confusion as if he couldn't fathom why he was being attacked. "You're making a mistake! I'm just a bar owner!"

"Then fight like one!"
The bottle that had missed the man's head continued it's trajectory and hit the bar counter, shattering off the bottom. Booze spilled everywhere, and Bill now held a very sharp shiv. A dangerous weapon that was sure to escalate the situation in a way no bartender would be able to ignore.
A savage grin on his face, Bill plunged the impromptu weapon towards Blueno, aiming to carve his name into the man's kidneys.

Johnny stared at the man in the metal pants. He hadn't reacted at all to being spoken to, or to Johnny waving a hand in front of his face. Had he even moved since he arrived in here? He turned to the little girl:
"Oi, lass. I don't think this bloke has any language in him. Bring you him outside, will ya? You and yer rabbit-" "~Nya!" "... your cat are in charge of him now."
He readied his weapons. He had spent some time in a prestigious fencing school, and so he could tell that the young twerp with the blue hair meant business.

Edit: DPR of the attack is the same as the last one, using the inbuilt martial art of my cooking stat.

 

[lophole]

The tip of Oroshi's blade stabs into the floor boards, reducing them into splinters. Without wasting a breath, He pulls his raiper out of the newly made hole in the floor and swiftly slashes at him "You're not fooling me!" He shouts. As the battle contines, mermories of that day play in his day

8 YEARS AGO

It was a beautiful day on Escar island, A young boy covered in cuts and bruises walks into a house. despite his injuries, the boy was brimming with exitement "Father! I'm home!" the sounds of his voice ring out but his Father doesn't responed. as the young Oroshi looks around the seemingly empty house, when suddenly a loud and playful "BOO!" is heard as the boy's father emerges from behind the front door. Oroshi only had one reponse" AAAAAAAAAAH!" As the child laugh, his dad, Noriaki, started laughing" Rehrhehe! I'm sorry son but i couldn't resist messing arou-" he pauses as he looks at oroshi wounds "Those bullies beat you up again, Ori?" Oroshi, stopped screaming and nodded" Yes but today I'm not sad about it" he says with a wide smile. Noriaki smiled back at his son "Your exited about your mother finally returning home, right?" "Yes! She's going to proud of me when she sees how strong i've become!""Then we should head to the dock then" Noriaki said as he walked out the door. Once they reach the dock of Escar island, Ori sat on his father's shoulders, his eyes glued to the sea. they waited for 30 minutes before Noriaki saw a ship in distance "look, son! that must be her!" but as he spoke and the ship got closer Noriaki's face went pale as he say the logo of the world goverment
​

 

[God_Usopun]

Green Water #4
@Emperor Cross @Lamby @lophole @Magimasterkarp​

Blueno continued to weave through Oroshi's relentless strikes, each swing of the rapier getting closer and closer as the young swordsman's intensity built. He let the attacks graze him intentionally, tearing through his clothes and sending wood splinters flying from the bar floor. Each narrow escape, each stagger and stumble, was designed to maintain the image of an untrained man just barely managing to survive a vicious assault.

His mind raced as he balanced between appearing helpless and avoiding a potentially revealing counterattack. Blueno had to walk a fine line—any misstep that showed his true strength or agility could shatter the carefully crafted image of a hapless bartender. Yet, despite his performance, Blueno couldn't help but note the raw determination in Oroshi's eyes.

The boy's strikes were filled with a desperation and anger from something far deeper than the present moment. Even as Oroshi shouted, "You're not fooling me!" and lunged with another powerful thrust, Blueno saw the flashes of memory and pain clouding his attacker's eyes.

The rapier's tip stabbed into the floorboards once again, splintering the wood underfoot. Blueno moved just enough to appear like he had lost his balance, his shoulder twisting away as Oroshi followed up with another vicious slash that ripped through the side of Blueno's vest. He winced, clutching the torn fabric as if he had barely avoided being run through. "I-I'm telling you the truth!" he shouted, his voice rising with the perfect blend of fear and confusion.

"Please, stop this! I'm just a bar owner!" He repeated the same lines, hoping that his cries would plant seeds of doubt among the onlookers. His eyes darted to the side, feigning panic as he surveyed the patrons, watching the fight unfold. He needed to keep them on edge, to make them see Oroshi and Bill as the aggressors. His wide-eyed expression of shock and helplessness only deepened as Bill and Oroshi's combined assaults seemed to push him to the edge.

But beneath the mask of fear, Blueno's mind remained cold and calculating. He carefully stepped back again, maneuvering just out of reach of another strike that Oroshi sent his way. The boy's attacks were starting to falter, his breathing labored as emotions continued to overwhelm him. Blueno shifted his stance slightly, ensuring every movement looked reactive and unplanned, stumbling over a chair leg to sell the act further.

"Why are you doing this?" Blueno called out, his voice trembling just enough to seem genuine. "I don't know anything about your family!" He deliberately put a slight quiver in his voice, hoping to draw out more of Oroshi's emotional outburst, anything that might add to his facade of innocence.

The next few seconds stretched out, and Blueno could feel the tension in the room tightening like a noose. He was baiting his attackers and subtly guiding the fight to where he needed it to be. He stayed on the defensive without exposing himself while silently pushing Oroshi and Bill to make mistakes that would undermine their credibility.

His gaze flickered to the damaged floor, the broken bottles, and the crowd's shifting expressions. He was hoping for more confusion, for more of them to speak up, question what they were seeing, and possibly intervene to stop the assault on the "poor, defenseless bartender."

Blueno's breathing was measured, but his posture was still loose despite the apparent chaos. He had to stay sharp, ready to respond without revealing himself. Every step and stumble was a move in a larger game he was playing. Blueno was prepared to react, still aiming to look like he barely managed to survive.

"Hey, hey, HEY!" a grizzled man's voice boomed across the bar, cutting through the rising tension. The old sailor, quietly observing the escalating situation, stood up from his seat at the far corner of the room. His face was etched with lines of experience, and his sea-weathered hands clenched into fists as he stepped forward.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he shouted, his eyes blazing with righteous anger as he pointed at Oroshi and Bill. "This man's just trying to do his job, and you're tearing his place apart like a pack of wild animals!"

The old man shoved past a few chairs, positioning himself between Blueno and his attackers, his broad frame blocking their path. The other patrons watched in surprise, some murmuring as the sailor glared at the two assailants.

"Are you blind or just thick-headed?" he barked, his voice dripping with disdain. He jabbed a finger toward Blueno, whose shirt was in tatters from the close calls. "Can't you see the man's scared out of his mind? Look at him! He hasn't done a damn thing to you!"

Blueno blinked, perfectly embodying a mix of confusion and gratitude, as though he hadn't expected anyone to step in. "Sir, please… don't get involved…" he stammered, adding to the appearance of a terrified man trying to keep others safe. Inwardly, he noted the man's intervention with interest, filing away this unexpected support.

The old sailor waved him off dismissively. "Don't you worry, lad. I've seen enough bar fights to know a dirty one when I see it." He turned his fierce gaze back to Oroshi and Bill, his eyes narrowing. "Now, back off and leave him alone! Picking on some poor barkeep won't make you tough. It just makes you look like a pair of gutless cowards!"

There was a moment of silence as the old man stood his ground, his stance unwavering. The tension in the room shifted slightly, and a few other patrons began to murmur in agreement. It was clear that the old man's outburst had created a ripple effect, causing some to second-guess the nature of the fight.

"Anyone else here gonna let these hooligans beat up a defenseless man in his place?" he shouted, his voice booming through the bar. A few murmurs of dissent rose, and some patrons nodded in agreement, encouraged by the old sailor's defiance.

Blueno remained motionless, keeping his breathing steady and his expression carefully neutral. This intervention was an unexpected boon. If he could use this moment further to change the crowd's opinion, it might just be enough to make Oroshi and Bill back down without him having to reveal anything.

The old man, sensing he had swayed some of the room, squared his shoulders and stared Bill down, his eyes full of fire and determination. "You wanna fight someone? Try me instead. But leave the poor man alone, or you'll be answering to me and everyone else here who's sick of seeing bullies like you throw your weight around."

 

[Lamby]

Water 7 #13
@God_Usopun @Magimasterkarp @lophole @Infinity @Einsauer @Emperor Cross​

Water 7 #12
@Magimasterkarp @lophole @God_Usopun @Infinity @Einsauer​

"Sweet. Do you know what it means to have nearly killed your child?!" Rhetorically spouted Gerald, his boots puffing upon each step as he paced along the rooftops; gazing over the concrete canopy the floating city offered. This was a mental cry, as he was now faced with the guilt of having harmed and potentially brutally wounding his own kin; his son...


"I've been gone for so long that I can only just barely recall the faces of the family I had already started. My wife, my son; even my deceitful brother. Father and Mother would be so displeased had they found out I have become so neglectful, so enamored by adventure that all my connections and my past; they've faded into a backlog. The misty clouds and haze that situated itself at the back of my mind, and to worsen things. I am now cursed, a walking devil defying the sea and natural order..."

Whilst Gerald immersed himself even further into his lament, the boy he'd been carrying had quickly come to. No doubt about it he was strong, his spirit fumed ferociously as he had been assigned a simple goal. to retrieve the armor this so called, "fake" possessed. His body jolted and his head raised, his eyes wide open as he took in his surroundings. The sea breezed kissed his baby-smooth skin, his silver-blue eyes quickly darted from the ground, to the roaring ocean and then lastly to the cape of the gilded knight he had previously begun fighting.

"Wh-what happened?! Why am I in the clutches of this phony?" He inquired, he tried his best to limit his movements as to not alert Gerald that he had awoken though, it might've been too late for that.

"My mask, it's broken?! When did it break? Did it break when he punched me back then? I can't tell, it all got so blurry right after that arial hit. We're so far from the scrap-heap and my sword- My sword! I don't have my sword!"
"Dammit, this is bad; is this where I'll die? He overpowered me so quickly and easily, I- I couldn't even grasp it!"

"Marc. Bene fecisti." Declared Gerald. Hidden away behind his mask, though loud enough so that his risen son could hear it. The jolt gave Mark away, however to ease his guilt; to ease his lament, this is what he felt was necessary.
-
Down at Blueno's Bar...

Mikami, the giant; after leaving Gerald ran over as fast as he could to gather his crewmates. Though he's a bit too big to fit inside he has to use other methods to see what exactly was going on inside, there was a ruckus...


"Oh no..." He muttered to himself, stooping down and peeping through the front doors of the bar he witnessed the remnants of what looks to be, a rowdy encounter. "Boss and Gerald are gonna be soooo mad..."
"And I still got the Vivre cards to hand out. We also have to get the boats and go, ASAP!"

A shift in tides, Purple Haze and Gas-Station Hot Dogs; Reunited.
"Wh-what did you just say?" Asked Mark.

Gerald was a bit thrown off by this reply, back home it would have been the easiest way to identify a lost relative or friend. The voice is one of the most powerful tools in recognition, not many individuals possess identical vocal cord vibrations. On top of that, Latin; being the localized language of the Kata, Gerald's people; it was customary to address those you haven't seen in a long time in Latin. Floridians are a diverse set of individuals, ranging from humans to fishmen and even giants. All are welcome, all are intertwined through a network of family and so the plethora of features don't make it easy to really identify them, therefore their culture comes to shine.

"I said you did well, Mark." Replied Gerald.

Mark was in disbelief, all this time; out of all the places, why here? He disappeared from the gilded knight's grasp. Quickly opening the distance between them as his bounced about the air, angled keenly akin to a Zig-Zag pattern. He landed before Gerald falling to one knee, his mask was shattered from their previous confrontation; the bright and beautiful sun kissed his warm peach skin and his hair shun brightly reminding the Gilded knight of whom he was facing.

Mark used:
Total Concentration Breathing: Swift Footwork!
The girds themselves by sharpening their focus, taking a strong and deep breathe their veins begin pulsating, their muscles along with their heart excites as the excess oxygen surges through their blood. Focusing the brunt of their breathing impact to their legs; they boost their strength and performance to perform a swift dash of 6 consecutive, long-stride zig-zagging steps!
Requirements
46 Life Return, 41 Strength, 61 Movement Speed

Gerald still felt the lament and guilt, he had his regrets but deep down he knew that there was nothing he could do to really change the fact of what it is he had done. His eyes fell upon Mark, his demeanor rigid and intimidating however his motionlessness painted a very "harmless" aura about him, that Mark could feel. Gerald could see that mark was frustrated, but Gerald did not really understand why.

A tense silence fell between them.

"So I was fighting Father this entire time?!"

"Mom won't ever accept this, and neither could I. Gerald Q Yopenheimer, Father; you never died. It would have been an easier truth to accept that you did, I wouldn't be so cross right about now. Do you know how it feels to grow up being told your idol died?! A child to grow to the age of 17 without the one man he adored! Everyday, every morning Mom would abandon the house waiting over the cliffside to see if you'd swim back, she often spoke of your folleys. The dates you went on, the way you showed love and the unorthodox ways you two would spend your time togehter; did it all mean nothing to you?!" He angrily exclaimed in his thoughts. The storm brewed from within, his head radiated heat and at the same time the sharp and tense pain of stress overcame him.

"I don't believe this, I don't believe you!" Shouted Mark. "I came here to kill the imposter parading in the armor of the one and only Gas-Station Hot Dogs, rumors of your appearance flew about like wild fire and us, the Kata as a whole was placed under the responsibility of handling. Do you know what it takes to actively kill someone with your own two hands?!" He continued to blare.

"And worse of all, I was doing this for Mom. I was doing all this for mom because there's nothing I could do to bring back the memory's of Him that I had."

"Say that it isn't so, say that it isn't you... Gerald Yopenheimer."

"My son, listen to me. I know that it has been stressful since I had left, the many months; the demands of the King and the responsibilities of the Kata as the adventurers of our people. I am fulfilling that very responsibility right about now, however there's a blot in my memory. In between the time I had fallen and the time of my last with you. With Father, with Mother, with my wonderful lover and with you; my son, my greatest Treasure." He replied.

At his words, a tear swelled and left his left eye. Falling down the side of his cheek, the once angry child had softened. His defenses slowly dropped.

"Believe me, It is so. I am Gerald Q. Yopenheimer, the gilded armor I have on would never fall to the hands of pirates." Gerald slowly approached his son, he lifted his hands raising them to the sky whilst keeping his elbows at his side. He needed to coax the boy before him to stillness before anything irrational were to occur because Gerald does not have the determination left within him to fight his son, an explanation would do. Surely it would, or atleast that's what he believed. "I don't blame you for being angry with me, but I need to talk to you."

Mikami and his Pandemonium of Sweets

Green Water #4
@Emperor Cross @Lamby @lophole @Magimasterkarp​

Blueno continued to weave through Oroshi's relentless strikes, each swing of the rapier getting closer and closer as the young swordsman's intensity built. He let the attacks graze him intentionally, tearing through his clothes and sending wood splinters flying from the bar floor. Each narrow escape, each stagger and stumble, was designed to maintain the image of an untrained man just barely managing to survive a vicious assault.

His mind raced as he balanced between appearing helpless and avoiding a potentially revealing counterattack. Blueno had to walk a fine line—any misstep that showed his true strength or agility could shatter the carefully crafted image of a hapless bartender. Yet, despite his performance, Blueno couldn't help but note the raw determination in Oroshi's eyes.

The boy's strikes were filled with a desperation and anger from something far deeper than the present moment. Even as Oroshi shouted, "You're not fooling me!" and lunged with another powerful thrust, Blueno saw the flashes of memory and pain clouding his attacker's eyes.

The rapier's tip stabbed into the floorboards once again, splintering the wood underfoot. Blueno moved just enough to appear like he had lost his balance, his shoulder twisting away as Oroshi followed up with another vicious slash that ripped through the side of Blueno's vest. He winced, clutching the torn fabric as if he had barely avoided being run through. "I-I'm telling you the truth!" he shouted, his voice rising with the perfect blend of fear and confusion.

"Please, stop this! I'm just a bar owner!" He repeated the same lines, hoping that his cries would plant seeds of doubt among the onlookers. His eyes darted to the side, feigning panic as he surveyed the patrons, watching the fight unfold. He needed to keep them on edge, to make them see Oroshi and Bill as the aggressors. His wide-eyed expression of shock and helplessness only deepened as Bill and Oroshi's combined assaults seemed to push him to the edge.

But beneath the mask of fear, Blueno's mind remained cold and calculating. He carefully stepped back again, maneuvering just out of reach of another strike that Oroshi sent his way. The boy's attacks were starting to falter, his breathing labored as emotions continued to overwhelm him. Blueno shifted his stance slightly, ensuring every movement looked reactive and unplanned, stumbling over a chair leg to sell the act further.

"Why are you doing this?" Blueno called out, his voice trembling just enough to seem genuine. "I don't know anything about your family!" He deliberately put a slight quiver in his voice, hoping to draw out more of Oroshi's emotional outburst, anything that might add to his facade of innocence.

The next few seconds stretched out, and Blueno could feel the tension in the room tightening like a noose. He was baiting his attackers and subtly guiding the fight to where he needed it to be. He stayed on the defensive without exposing himself while silently pushing Oroshi and Bill to make mistakes that would undermine their credibility.

His gaze flickered to the damaged floor, the broken bottles, and the crowd's shifting expressions. He was hoping for more confusion, for more of them to speak up, question what they were seeing, and possibly intervene to stop the assault on the "poor, defenseless bartender."

Blueno's breathing was measured, but his posture was still loose despite the apparent chaos. He had to stay sharp, ready to respond without revealing himself. Every step and stumble was a move in a larger game he was playing. Blueno was prepared to react, still aiming to look like he barely managed to survive.

"Hey, hey, HEY!" a grizzled man's voice boomed across the bar, cutting through the rising tension. The old sailor, quietly observing the escalating situation, stood up from his seat at the far corner of the room. His face was etched with lines of experience, and his sea-weathered hands clenched into fists as he stepped forward.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he shouted, his eyes blazing with righteous anger as he pointed at Oroshi and Bill. "This man's just trying to do his job, and you're tearing his place apart like a pack of wild animals!"

The old man shoved past a few chairs, positioning himself between Blueno and his attackers, his broad frame blocking their path. The other patrons watched in surprise, some murmuring as the sailor glared at the two assailants.

"Are you blind or just thick-headed?" he barked, his voice dripping with disdain. He jabbed a finger toward Blueno, whose shirt was in tatters from the close calls. "Can't you see the man's scared out of his mind? Look at him! He hasn't done a damn thing to you!"

Blueno blinked, perfectly embodying a mix of confusion and gratitude, as though he hadn't expected anyone to step in. "Sir, please… don't get involved…" he stammered, adding to the appearance of a terrified man trying to keep others safe. Inwardly, he noted the man's intervention with interest, filing away this unexpected support.

The old sailor waved him off dismissively. "Don't you worry, lad. I've seen enough bar fights to know a dirty one when I see it." He turned his fierce gaze back to Oroshi and Bill, his eyes narrowing. "Now, back off and leave him alone! Picking on some poor barkeep won't make you tough. It just makes you look like a pair of gutless cowards!"

There was a moment of silence as the old man stood his ground, his stance unwavering. The tension in the room shifted slightly, and a few other patrons began to murmur in agreement. It was clear that the old man's outburst had created a ripple effect, causing some to second-guess the nature of the fight.

"Anyone else here gonna let these hooligans beat up a defenseless man in his place?" he shouted, his voice booming through the bar. A few murmurs of dissent rose, and some patrons nodded in agreement, encouraged by the old sailor's defiance.

Blueno remained motionless, keeping his breathing steady and his expression carefully neutral. This intervention was an unexpected boon. If he could use this moment further to change the crowd's opinion, it might just be enough to make Oroshi and Bill back down without him having to reveal anything.

The old man, sensing he had swayed some of the room, squared his shoulders and stared Bill down, his eyes full of fire and determination. "You wanna fight someone? Try me instead. But leave the poor man alone, or you'll be answering to me and everyone else here who's sick of seeing bullies like you throw your weight around."

"Boss' gonna be mad! And Gerald's- Well, I don't know if he'd be upset. This is the first time he's ever been left in charge of the crew; I'm honestly in awe in regards to what he'd do in this situation but... Boss told us to keep a low profile! Now, Bill's gone and started a Bar fight with the wrong man!!!" Mentally exclaimed Mikami. He was stressed, he was worried and worst of all...

He was too big to enter the bar and set them apart. He stood on the outside and peered inwards the best he could, of course this also drew the attention of any by-standers however reasonably enough they understood the situation. Though the occasional, "What is that man doing?" would pop through their minds, leaving it alone is better than satiating one's curiousity. Some stared in the distance and watched in secret for this abnormally sized man, seemed interested in what was going on the Bar.

What a day for the Sweet Pirates...

 

[Lamby]

Water 7 #14
@God_Usopun @Magimasterkarp @lophole @Infinity @Einsauer @Emperor Cross​

Water 7 #13
@God_Usopun @Magimasterkarp @lophole @Infinity @Einsauer @Emperor Cross​

A shift in tides, Purple Haze and Gas-Station Hot Dogs; Reunited.
"Wh-what did you just say?" Asked Mark.

Gerald was a bit thrown off by this reply, back home it would have been the easiest way to identify a lost relative or friend. The voice is one of the most powerful tools in recognition, not many individuals possess identical vocal cord vibrations. On top of that, Latin; being the localized language of the Kata, Gerald's people; it was customary to address those you haven't seen in a long time in Latin. Floridians are a diverse set of individuals, ranging from humans to fishmen and even giants. All are welcome, all are intertwined through a network of family and so the plethora of features don't make it easy to really identify them, therefore their culture comes to shine.

"I said you did well, Mark." Replied Gerald.

Mark was in disbelief, all this time; out of all the places, why here? He disappeared from the gilded knight's grasp. Quickly opening the distance between them as his bounced about the air, angled keenly akin to a Zig-Zag pattern. He landed before Gerald falling to one knee, his mask was shattered from their previous confrontation; the bright and beautiful sun kissed his warm peach skin and his hair shun brightly reminding the Gilded knight of whom he was facing.


Gerald still felt the lament and guilt, he had his regrets but deep down he knew that there was nothing he could do to really change the fact of what it is he had done. His eyes fell upon Mark, his demeanor rigid and intimidating however his motionlessness painted a very "harmless" aura about him, that Mark could feel. Gerald could see that mark was frustrated, but Gerald did not really understand why.

A tense silence fell between them.

"So I was fighting Father this entire time?!"

"Mom won't ever accept this, and neither could I. Gerald Q Yopenheimer, Father; you never died. It would have been an easier truth to accept that you did, I wouldn't be so cross right about now. Do you know how it feels to grow up being told your idol died?! A child to grow to the age of 17 without the one man he adored! Everyday, every morning Mom would abandon the house waiting over the cliffside to see if you'd swim back, she often spoke of your folleys. The dates you went on, the way you showed love and the unorthodox ways you two would spend your time togehter; did it all mean nothing to you?!" He angrily exclaimed in his thoughts. The storm brewed from within, his head radiated heat and at the same time the sharp and tense pain of stress overcame him.

"I don't believe this, I don't believe you!" Shouted Mark. "I came here to kill the imposter parading in the armor of the one and only Gas-Station Hot Dogs, rumors of your appearance flew about like wild fire and us, the Kata as a whole was placed under the responsibility of handling. Do you know what it takes to actively kill someone with your own two hands?!" He continued to blare.

"And worse of all, I was doing this for Mom. I was doing all this for mom because there's nothing I could do to bring back the memory's of Him that I had."

"Say that it isn't so, say that it isn't you... Gerald Yopenheimer."

"My son, listen to me. I know that it has been stressful since I had left, the many months; the demands of the King and the responsibilities of the Kata as the adventurers of our people. I am fulfilling that very responsibility right about now, however there's a blot in my memory. In between the time I had fallen and the time of my last with you. With Father, with Mother, with my wonderful lover and with you; my son, my greatest Treasure." He replied.

At his words, a tear swelled and left his left eye. Falling down the side of his cheek, the once angry child had softened. His defenses slowly dropped.

"Believe me, It is so. I am Gerald Q. Yopenheimer, the gilded armor I have on would never fall to the hands of pirates." Gerald slowly approached his son, he lifted his hands raising them to the sky whilst keeping his elbows at his side. He needed to coax the boy before him to stillness before anything irrational were to occur because Gerald does not have the determination left within him to fight his son, an explanation would do. Surely it would, or atleast that's what he believed. "I don't blame you for being angry with me, but I need to talk to you."

Mikami and his Pandemonium of Sweets

"Boss' gonna be mad! And Gerald's- Well, I don't know if he'd be upset. This is the first time he's ever been left in charge of the crew; I'm honestly in awe in regards to what he'd do in this situation but... Boss told us to keep a low profile! Now, Bill's gone and started a Bar fight with the wrong man!!!" Mentally exclaimed Mikami. He was stressed, he was worried and worst of all...

He was too big to enter the bar and set them apart. He stood on the outside and peered inwards the best he could, of course this also drew the attention of any by-standers however reasonably enough they understood the situation. Though the occasional, "What is that man doing?" would pop through their minds, leaving it alone is better than satiating one's curiousity. Some stared in the distance and watched in secret for this abnormally sized man, seemed interested in what was going on the Bar.

What a day for the Sweet Pirates...

"Believe me, It is so. I am Gerald Q. Yopenheimer, the gilded armor I have on would never fall to the hands of pirates." Gerald slowly approached his son, he lifted his hands raising them to the sky whilst keeping his elbows at his side. He needed to coax the boy before him to stillness before anything irrational were to occur because Gerald does not have the determination left within him to fight his son, an explanation would do. Surely it would, or atleast that's what he believed. "I don't blame you for being angry with me, but I need to talk to you."

"What is there to talk about?" Asked Mark, his emotions forming into a typhoon. Straddling his thoughts into incoherent exclamations of his feelings, he couldn't verbally express it; but to look upon the man. The father that had abandoned his family, the father that was labelled dead to their society. Burdened to have a burial with no body, to have spent the expenses on an empty casket; only for that loved one to stand before you now. Unhindered, alive and brimming with energy.

"Everything." Replied Gerald, he continued his approach; slowl and steadily.

"Then don't come any closer. Speak from a distance." Coldly retorted Mark. He confidently stood, sternly facing the gilded knight.

Gerald stopped, right as Mark commanded it to be so. He dropped his arms and he let off an audible sigh, incorporating his entire body into the action to convey it further. His hood drooped ever so slightly, and he raised it; he stood upright. Since all he needed to do was explain himself, or so he believed, there's no better way to do it than with an honest composure. "Fine." He began.

"It all started those many years ago, before I had you; when I had been selected and training for our "once-in-a-lifetime" ritual..." He began.

Mikami and the Pandemonium of Sweets... But Where's Gerald?
Mikami was quite the spectacle; considering his size, his clothes and what he was doing. Captain Sweet Einsaur had gone off and tasked them with collecting the goods, however a plethora of hiccups have sprung up along the way. With Einsaur gone, the next and most suitable candidate to take a leadership stance on the crew was Gerald, since Bill had only joined after their squirmish with the Island Eater.

"Where's Gerald?" Suddenly questioned Mikami, raising his head from the low window of Blueno's bar. His face completely blank, his attention and focus completely shfiting to a different topic of interest. He was tasked by Gerald to retrieve the crew, and Gerald would meet him by the docks but to take this much time to round up the other Sweeties; would spring up some curiousity no? Well, it was much more than that. Mikami's reason for going back to Gerald was much less, responsible; he needed some help. The crew members are getting out of hand and it's time for them to get a move on.

So who else to round them up other than the boss, boss left in charge. "Bill's gonna get himself into a heck of a whallop, I need to de-escalate the situation before it goes south but what if the owner wants a piece of me?" He questioned.

"I'll just tell Gerald, maybe bringing him back will cover the possibility of us being confronted. I've had first hand experience with him, I watched him fight that purple ninja and a few seas beasts. He's strong." He monologued.

He had prepared to leave, to return to where he had met with Gerald. Though before he could turn around, a familar voice had struck him.

"Mikami." Gerald had come back! That's odd, he was far off on the outskirts of the city. On the walls, he sought to ponder his guilt; and surprisingly it came to a sudden confrontation. His past had caught up to him, but how did he come back so quickly?

"Gerald!?- Ahem, Geraaallllldddd,"He said, thought initially surprised he played it off in an attempt to not seem guilty. "I- Errr. I need a bit of your help."

"Bill's still in the Bar I presume?" Asked Gerald.

"I- Yes." Replied Mikami, his slick attempt of playing off his surprise shatters. He felt guilty that he didn't do what Gerald had said.

"Then I guess that makes things easier, tell Einsaur when she comes back with the crew. You have everything that we need, and you know everything we were tasked in completing. With that being said... I'm leaving." Declared Gerald.

"Wait, Whaa?!" Exclaimed Mikami! "What do you mean? Boss' gonna be furious when she hears this!"

"I know but, I don't fear Einsaur that much; that I can't make decisions on my own. I joined her crew haphazardly, I have the guts to stand to her even if I'm not strong enough; the fear of her wrath is nothing compared to what I have to do now. I trust you with everything that she has left us to do, though it's stupid to leave you guys unsupervised. It would be hypocritical for me to say that since we barely got the things on the itineray finished, before all of this occurred." He said, with a strange implication of emphasis in his sentence.

"I don't want any shackles or rebuttals, just know that I enjoyed my time on the crew; and it was a pleasure to meet you all. You're now the bigger person here, take up the mantle big guy. Till we meet again." He said before suddenly evaporating before Mikami's eyes!

Mikami's Reaction Speed: 41-60 Supersonic Speed
Gerald's Movement Speed: 81-99 Massively Hypersonic Speed
So: "If your reaction speed is two brackets below your oppponent's movement/attack speed, you will barely be able to see a blur."

"WHAT?!" He shouted in frustration!
(If Magic the Karp returns, Mikami is now in the hands of @Magimasterkarp @Einsauer)

At the ends of the Island...
A few minutes later...

"...How did you even get on this Island?" Asked Gerald. He had done his part, utilizing his superhuman speed he traversed the massive Island and returned to the sea port where his son, Mark, was waiting for him.

With his mask destroyed he simply wrapped his face in a cloth to hide a majority of it. During that time, whilst Gerald had gone off to split from his crew; Mark retrived "Sabito" his blade. "I took the Sea train." He replied.

"Really? Well then, this is gonna be an awkward ride back then. TEREH-HI-HEH!" Replied Gerald, though Mark is reluctant with his father. Feeling that he had gotten too comfortable after having a brief heart-to-heart with him about everything. Some wounds do take time to heal, especially the ones dealt to you by your Dad. The two waited until the next sea train had come, tooting it's iconic horn; chugging along it's ocean coated tracks. Gerald's journey with the Sweet Pirates coming to a distinct end.