Post by Rocket on Jan 23, 2016 1:10:03 GMT 7
Rocket lie back against the stands, sitting some 5-10 feet away from his captain Oz and one of the two new additions to the crew; Sorcha. His arms were propped up upon the wooden bleachers, securing his beaten frame into a lounge position. His body was peppered with bandages and gauze wrappings, namely around the head/face area. Upon arriving on Karate Island with the rest of his crew, the young blond had a run-in with a much younger Marine who was out for Rocket’s head. During the ensuing battle, Rocket had been practically helpless against the youngin’s onslaught. He possessed one of the rare-classed Devil Fruits; A Logia. The element his Fruit allowed him to utilize was smoke, which made the battle all the more worthwhile. Unfortunately, Rocket didn’t have the right skillset to combat such a powerful opponent. Sure, without the Fruit Rocket would have wiped the floor with him. The Beast Incarnate managed to even the playing field when a pair of Seastone cuffs were thrown into the mix, slapping them both on himself and Victor. The raging trial of combat that followed brought them to the tournament grounds, where it subsequently ended in Victor’s departure after finding himself up against the rest of the Tempest Pirates.
That was the story that lead Rocket to where he was now. Keeping his mind from the two redheaded Tempests to his right, he trailed along the looming thought that had been haunting him for the past couple hours; Why wasn’t he able to do anything against Victor..? What kind of power does it take to be able to compete with a Logia? Another Logia, or a Paramecia perhaps? Was it another ability aside from Devil Fruits entirely? Or was it that he wasn’t strong enough..? If he couldn’t beat Victor now, then how on earth would he be able to save Bella in the future? Surely there will be much more powerful opponents than Victor. More than likely, they’ll possess much more bizarre and monstrous abilities than him as well.
Rocket was brought back to reality from within his mental sanctuary by the sound of a gun-shot rattling his eardrums. His emerald hues soon glared daggers into the man that called himself ‘Dimitri Ironclad’. “My name is Dimitri Ironclad, They call me the skull-headed rookie.. And I’m pretty big here in the South Blu-” “Oi, shut the fuck up.” Rocket immediately cut the man off. He lifted his right him in the air, bringing his left fist to his right pinky. He acted as if he were cranking a winch of some sort, as when he rotated his fist around multiple times, his middle finger shot straight up. Soon after, he returned to picking at his ear and removing any little stumps of wax that resided within.
“Mmm.. ‘Ka-” His response to the Captain was cut short by a bullet coursing through his skull. A pillar of smoke billowed out from Dimitri’s pistol, a sly smirk occupying his grubby lips. The funny thing was, Rocket wasn’t worried in the slightest. He knew how strong his Captain was, so he knew something as weak as a bullet wouldn’t faze him in the slightest. His confidence held true as the miniscule hole through Oz’s skull quickly replenished with his flesh. He bore down upon Dimitri within seconds, and Sorcha had an arrow knocked back in her bow. He show any signs of moving, as he knew just the two of them could handle the thug.
Within a few hours the Tempests’ were off Karate Island, and were sailing upon the Reverse Mountain their ship; The Chasing Fortune. During their voyage into the Grand Line, Rocket had taken up his position at the ship’s wheel, helping to guide the ship towards the destination. He stayed relatively quiet throughout the entire ride as his mind wandered around negative thoughts creeping into the back of his head. “I just need to focus on Cactus Island for right now…”
That was the story that lead Rocket to where he was now. Keeping his mind from the two redheaded Tempests to his right, he trailed along the looming thought that had been haunting him for the past couple hours; Why wasn’t he able to do anything against Victor..? What kind of power does it take to be able to compete with a Logia? Another Logia, or a Paramecia perhaps? Was it another ability aside from Devil Fruits entirely? Or was it that he wasn’t strong enough..? If he couldn’t beat Victor now, then how on earth would he be able to save Bella in the future? Surely there will be much more powerful opponents than Victor. More than likely, they’ll possess much more bizarre and monstrous abilities than him as well.
Rocket was brought back to reality from within his mental sanctuary by the sound of a gun-shot rattling his eardrums. His emerald hues soon glared daggers into the man that called himself ‘Dimitri Ironclad’. “My name is Dimitri Ironclad, They call me the skull-headed rookie.. And I’m pretty big here in the South Blu-” “Oi, shut the fuck up.” Rocket immediately cut the man off. He lifted his right him in the air, bringing his left fist to his right pinky. He acted as if he were cranking a winch of some sort, as when he rotated his fist around multiple times, his middle finger shot straight up. Soon after, he returned to picking at his ear and removing any little stumps of wax that resided within.
“Mmm.. ‘Ka-” His response to the Captain was cut short by a bullet coursing through his skull. A pillar of smoke billowed out from Dimitri’s pistol, a sly smirk occupying his grubby lips. The funny thing was, Rocket wasn’t worried in the slightest. He knew how strong his Captain was, so he knew something as weak as a bullet wouldn’t faze him in the slightest. His confidence held true as the miniscule hole through Oz’s skull quickly replenished with his flesh. He bore down upon Dimitri within seconds, and Sorcha had an arrow knocked back in her bow. He show any signs of moving, as he knew just the two of them could handle the thug.
Within a few hours the Tempests’ were off Karate Island, and were sailing upon the Reverse Mountain their ship; The Chasing Fortune. During their voyage into the Grand Line, Rocket had taken up his position at the ship’s wheel, helping to guide the ship towards the destination. He stayed relatively quiet throughout the entire ride as his mind wandered around negative thoughts creeping into the back of his head. “I just need to focus on Cactus Island for right now…”
MADE BY VEL OF GS