Don't have time for halfass Marines. Step up or shove off. Ha ha!
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Jan 27, 2016 0:28:27 GMT 7
Post by Fredric F. Ferdinand on Jan 27, 2016 0:28:27 GMT 7
| [attr="class","yes"]He had a feeling this would happen. Arms crossed as Zanji proceeded to intervene with Marine business. This time there was no excuse. Only terrible reasons. Honestly almost felt bad for the guy. He clearly never had to deal with Marines before. "The man attempted to murder you. He didn't hesitate to shoot at you. He didn't hesitate to steal from you in broad daylight. You as an artist know how important every coin is, don't you? Stealing from someone who uses their talents to live a simple life is a disgusting crime on it's own. If he'll steal from you, try to kill you. He'd do the same to anyone." He shrugged, arms folding across his chest as he gave a look of disinterest. "You're free to report this to whoever you like. I could use the publicity. Because this is me doing my job, boy. My job is to execute judgement. If he wants forgiveness he can get it in the afterlife. Now step aside." Shoulders drooped as a whirring sound filled the air. Damn girl didn't know how to hold back, did she? "Shit."
Arm extended towards Zanji,moving to wrap all the way around his neck. "Shut up I'm saving you." With that he sprinted to the side, hopefully with Zanji in tow, and out of the way of the impending onslought. He was aware of the power of this technique, but had yet to see it first hand. But now was not the time or place. If he didn't do something soon she was going to damage the town and hurt civilians. He wasn't about to let that happen under his command. If Zanji came along for the ride he would be released, hands moving to draw his blades as he locked his eyes on Maybird. "Boy, if you stop me from knocking her out I'll take you down next." At this point he didn't care if she killed the thief. She proved the intent, which was all she needed. If the guy survived he'd finish the job himself.
He approached her from an angle, avoiding getting caught in her gusts as he drew near. "Sorry kid." Winding back, he delivered a powerful blow to the back of her head. Of course he used the dull end of his blades, but if it made contact it would be strong enough to slam her face to the ground and render her unconscious. He wasn't fond of the idea of hurting a crew member who was actually following orders. Still, he was gonna have to have a talk with her about the value of subtlety.
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Don't have time for halfass Marines. Step up or shove off. Ha ha!
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Jan 25, 2016 2:07:58 GMT 7
Post by Fredric F. Ferdinand on Jan 25, 2016 2:07:58 GMT 7
| [attr="class","yes"]The captain of the unit sat comfortably in his quarters, legs kicked up and resting on his desk. Arms rest on his stomach as he leaned back, staring at the ceiling with a smile on his face. His crew's first outing into the Grand Line. He was sure that for many of them this was their first time sailing outside of the four blues. Fortunately their navigator was experienced enough to navigate the unique environment that is the Grand Line. This meant he that it would be relatively smooth sailing and give him some peace of mind. He worried about some of the fresh blood assigned to his unit, those wide eyed hopeful sorts usually proving to be more of an obstacle than an asset. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, preparing himself for the pathetic cries of lesser men as they faced the dangers of the Grand Line. This would certainly be helpful in weeding out the weeds from the wheat.
BUDUP BUDUP BUDUP BUDUP
Eyes slowly opened at the familiar sound, eyes slowly drifting over to the paint spattered dark skinned snail on his desk. Long arm reached over and picked off the microphone, bringing it close to his mouth before speaking. "What is it?" He sat quietly and allowed the report to be given, an excited smile creeping across his face as he was told they were nearing their destination. "Very well. Maintain speed and hold the course. And tell the lookouts to stay sharp. Tell em' that if a pirate gets the jump on us I'll use their teeth as grapeshot." Clicking the microphone back onto the side of the snail he slowly stood himself up, grunting slightly as he stretched his back. He then snatched up his captain's jacket from the back of his chair and the whistle on the desk.
The jacket draped over his shoulders as he made his way to the deck, nodding to the many Marines going about their duties. He didn't bother forcing them to salute his presence, a simple nod of acknowledgement being all that was necessary. Better they keep their hands where they're needed than waste time kissing his ass. Steps stopped at his designated position as he brought the whistle to his mouth, a sharp blow causing it to emit a high pitched noise that traveled throughout the ship. Immediately the area before him filled with sailors, all of them lining up and standing at attention. A few specific faces caught his attention, some sailors who had shown exceptional amounts of potential in is eye. Of course the two cyborgs were of particular interest, especially as they each showed different sides of the technology. One girl almost more machine than human, the other one still holding fast to what humanity they had left. And then of course his new chief gunner, the white haired lad all geared up and ready for battle. He folded his arms across his chest chest, nodding in approval to the sight before him.
"Good response time, sailors. Keep this up and I may not make you sleep on the floor tonight!" He let out a hearty laugh, clearly amused by his own teasing. Though anyone who had been on the ship for long at all knew these playful jests of his were serious warnings. As anyone who laughed with him would soon find out. Clapping his hands together and rubbing them together he gave the crew one more look over. "A lot of new blood here! Firstly, let me welcome you all to the Grand Line! I believe this is some of you folk's first time here, right? I'm sure you've all heard the stories of the glory and riches it houses. Though more importantly I'm hoping you heard of the perilous dangers we'll find here. Because that's what matters to us. We aren't pirates. We aren't here for glory, wealth or power. We're here to snuff out the threats to the innocents. Leave the wealth to those stupid enough to risk their lives for it! We're here for a higher purpose. Don't forget that, sailors."
With that spiel out of the way he gave them all a toothy grin, a hand moving up to adjust his glasses. "Of course, that doesn't mean we can't have fun doing it! And today I have a special treat for you. Think of it as a commemoration of our first time in the Grand Line as a unit. But I'll save that surprise for the appropriate time." Hands moved into his pockets, foot tapping slowly as he watched the crew for reactions. "Given many of you are still getting your feet wet, I'll cut you guys a break. We'll be arriving at our destination very soon. Anyone here got any questions for your captain?" His smile softened, a curious look in his eye as he scanned their faces. He was curious how many would think he was joking at this point.
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Don't have time for halfass Marines. Step up or shove off. Ha ha!
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Jan 23, 2016 20:55:29 GMT 7
Post by Fredric F. Ferdinand on Jan 23, 2016 20:55:29 GMT 7
| [attr="class","yes"]Lips twisted in slight annoyance with the man, his response to his attempt at comfort striking a nerve. Couldn't the guy just accept the condolences without getting aggressive with him? The way his voice shook almost made it sound like it was personal. Perhaps it was a Marine who 'murdered' his father. It would certainly fit with his current set of suspicions. The tears only made him more suspicious and more annoyed. Seeing one of his own upset was one thing, but a potential criminal? They weren't allowed to feel sadness. Head shook slowly as he took a deep breath, not even attempting to hide his irritation at this point. "Didn't mean to upset ya there, mate."
At least he apologized to May, eyes looking to the cyborg as he awaited her response. Teeth clenched and eyes widened slightly, her blushing catching him off guard. That was one thing he was not expecting from her. She wasn't buying into this guy's bullshit, was she? With a sharp breath he turned his attention back to Zanji, any facade of friendliness towards the suspect tossed out the window. If he couldn't rely on his crew mate to be hard on him he was going to have to do enough work for two. "I see. A humble traveling musician. Who got punched in the jaw by a cyborg and is still talking. Not suspicious at all." Eyes narrowed, his intent to apprehend the man becoming more and more obvious. Even more he attempted to simply walk away, even smirking before excusing himself. That was it. He had seen all he needed to bring this guy in.
He allowed the man to take a few steps, intending to extend an arm to block his path and give him a chance to surrender peacefully. But it seemed Maybird had something else in mind. Brows furrowed as he watched her in confusion, yet again surprising him with her actions. It appeared she was still more human than machine. With most of his subordinates he would have arrested the man regardless, simply telling them they can have dinner in a jail cell if they loved criminals so much. But in this case things were different. Not because she was a Gremlin. He wanted to encourage humanity in the girl. He would much rather have a loyal woman on his ship than a machine just going through the motions. With a deep breath he regained his smile, positioning himself next to Zanji. He would reach over and put his arm around the man's shoulders, any attempt to move away being met with an equal level of pursuit. Something that was considerably easier with his elongated arms. "I suggest you take her up on this offer, lad. In fact, I'm feeling a bit hungry myself. Surely you wouldn't mind if I came along. I've still got a few questions about that song of his!" He let out a laugh, amused by his own self invitation.
"Of course she's still a marine with a job to do. If I'm going to let her have a treat she's going to have to finish what was started." He turned to Maybird, eyes softening as he smiled at her. "That thief is still alive, Gremlin. Finish him off." He had to be sure that this humanity of hers didn't bring a level of softness with it. He watched Zanji out of the corner of his eye, curious of his reaction to the order. If he had him figured right he wouldn't be too pleased. Which would be perfect. The last thing he wanted was for the attraction to be mutual.
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Don't have time for halfass Marines. Step up or shove off. Ha ha!
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Jan 20, 2016 2:29:17 GMT 7
Post by Fredric F. Ferdinand on Jan 20, 2016 2:29:17 GMT 7
| [attr="class","yes"]The reaction to his choice of words prompted a laugh from the long armed marine. So he was a family man, it seemed. One who took seemed to take things maybe a bit too seriously. "Fair enough. Zanji it is. A shame about your father though. I hope his death was quick and painless." There wasn't much he could say to try and soothe him. He didn't seem to be too upset over it, but he thought he should still try to smooth things over. Eyes darted over to May as her at the mention of her, lips curling into a frown as she turned her back to the two. Brows lowered, that previous look of displeasure starting to show hints of reappearing.
"You mean well, boy. But if that were possible it would have already been done. I don't pretend to understand how her gadgets and whatnot work, but if they can build a cyborg they can give her a voice. I doubt it's that simple." While he didn't see the tears, it didn't take a genius to see she was upset by the situation. He reached over and put a hand on her shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. He may have been a harsh leader, but he didn't like seeing his crew in distress. Perhaps he should speak with Mavis about her to try and get all the details. Of all his new crew members she was without a doubt going to be the most complicated.
Arms returned to his sides as he listened to the music, nodding his head along with the smooth melody. "That's quite the voice. Your mother must be a beautiful woman." His words were accompanied by a playful smile, weight shifting as he watched Zanji for a moment. As the song came to an end he gently clapped his hands together a few time. "No wonder you wanted to protect it. I imagine music like that is hard to recreate." Playful smile turned to a smirk, eyebrows raising as his eyelids drooped. Gaze was focused on the musician, head tilted slightly. "So. You have subordinates as well? I thought I had you figured for a street musician. If you don't mind me asking, what kind of group is this you've got going?" He wasn't about to let his previous slip go unaddressed. There were too many red flags being raised to let something like that slide. Of course he knew it wouldn't be this easy.
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Don't have time for halfass Marines. Step up or shove off. Ha ha!
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Jan 18, 2016 16:36:26 GMT 7
Post by Fredric F. Ferdinand on Jan 18, 2016 16:36:26 GMT 7
| [attr="class","yes"]Yet again he was left unharmed by the attack. This guy wasn't normal. Though it was a little disappointing he stepped away from his hand, the marine simply shrugging before placing his hands back into his pockets. Corner of his lips rose into a smirk as he shook his head, glancing toward Maybird as she picked out her pebble. This whole robot thing was going to take a lot of getting used to. Seeing someone pull a pebble out of their head like that was just...unsettling.
Attention turned back to Zanji, his tone still calm and smooth as before. "Careful there, son. She's still my subordinate. You know whose side I would be on if it came down to it. Course she's a good soldier so you shouldn't have to worry about that." He leaned forward as he spoke, stepping closer to get a look at the dial. It must have some important information in it. Perhaps even more of his propaganda. Very interesting.
Eyes only left the dial as it was slipped back into his pocket, gaze then quickly locking on to the eyes of it's owner. Brows rose, lips pressing into a flat line as he shook his head. "Well you've got a bit of a mouth on ya, huh?" He laughed to himself, taking a step back as he took a quick glance at Maybird. "It's Officer Gremlin to you, son. She may be a seaman, but she's still a Marine and deserves that respect." She may have screwed up in his eyes, but her actions did continue to provide useful information. And he was certain it wouldn't be an issue in the future. "You're not under arrest, son. Just a bit of a misunderstanding, is all. I apologize on Officer Gremlin's behalf. She's a bit on the mute side." He reached over and put a hand on her shoulder, giving a bit of a squeeze as well as a smile. "I gotta say though..." Focus returned to Zanji, lips pursing s he appeared to think for a moment. "If you don't mind me askin'. What's in that dial that you would put your life on the line to protect it. Surely a memoir is of no use to a dead man."
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Don't have time for halfass Marines. Step up or shove off. Ha ha!
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Jan 18, 2016 6:09:21 GMT 7
Post by Fredric F. Ferdinand on Jan 18, 2016 6:09:21 GMT 7
| [attr="class","yes"]Head shook slowly as he watched the musician maneuver himself to intercept the impact. Poor guy either really didn't want the thief to get hurt or didn't want them to damage that case of his. Or maybe he was just an idiot. No matter what his reasons were, it was a shame he had to take that hit. Poor guy was just a musician. Sure he was spitting propaganda, but he didn't show any signs of being anything but a man with an opinion. Brows rose as Zanji pushed himself up off the ground, not even seeming to be effected by the impact. He would have at least expected a broken nose after that. This man wasn't normal. His first instinct was some sort of devil fruit. If he were strong enough to withstand that impact that thief wouldn't made it nearly as far as he did. That bit of information just moved him from a harmless position to a potential threat. Anyone with a possibly negative opinion of the World Government and the power to do something about it was a potential threat. He was going to have to keep an eye on that one.
Fredric began to approach the group again, nodding to May. "Good shot Gremlin." His words were followed by a soft chuckle, attention turning to the musician. He seemed to have calmed down now that he had his things back. Head tilted to the side, eyes narrowing behind his glasses as he looked at the dial in his hand. He hadn't seen one of those outside of the Grand Line. Had to wonder how this guy got a hold of one. Before he could ask he found himself holding Maybird's purse, the girl dashing over to the man. Shoulders drooped, lips curving into a deep frown as he rose a brow. He probably could have stopped her mid punch, either by force or simply by ordering her to stand down. But he was curious to see what would happen. If this man was able to withstand impacts her punch shouldn't be a problem.
It wasn't until after her first blow was thrown that he spoke up. "Seaman Gremlin!" His tone changed completely, his previously relaxed voice now harsh and authoritative. "Who ordered you to attack this civilian?" He took a few steps toward her, a stern expression reflecting his disapproval. "I didn't see you ever identify yourself as a Marine. This man may have interfered, but he had no idea who you were." The arm holding her bag extended, pushing the purse into her chest. "Think before you act, Seaman. This is your only warning." Oddly enough, this situation was perfect from his perspective. He could get a better look at this man's abilities, assuming he had any, he got to see Maybird's willingness to take action and now he got to see how she reacted to his correction. Being the daughter of Mavis, it could really go either way. Hopefully she would be a good little soldier and accept his scolding.
Turning his attention back to Zanji he took a deep breath, expression relaxing as he reached over to place a hand on his shoulder. "Sorry about that, son. Hope she didn't hurt you too bad. You get everything? All your money still there?" He leaned to the side, peeking around at the unconscious thief. That guy really packed a punch. No way this guy was just a street performer.
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Don't have time for halfass Marines. Step up or shove off. Ha ha!
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Jan 15, 2016 10:05:29 GMT 7
Post by Fredric F. Ferdinand on Jan 15, 2016 10:05:29 GMT 7
| [attr="class","yes"]He nodded to the musician, still smiling to himself as he responded to his praise. Of course he didn't try answer his question. Honestly he was surprised he had the guts to sing the song in public, it's lyrics being so easily misconstrued as having a less than positive message regarding the Holy Hand. Letting out a breath he reached into his back pocket, about to remove his wallet to pay the man. He may have been spitting out potential propaganda, but as an artist he couldn't deny the quality of the music. Talent like that, however misguided it's user may be, was deserving of reward. And if he did turn out to be some sort of revolutionary then the money would find it's way back to his pocket regardless. However his movements were interrupted by the sudden appearance of the thief, the man boldly sprinting forward and scooping up the chest. Hand moved to his side, about to draw the sabre that hung by his side.
A glance towards Maybird was all he needed to realize that wouldn't be necessary. Giving the woman a wink before nodding in the direction of the man. "Kill him."
By then both the musician and the man were long gone, Maybird following soon after. While the others ran off in a dead heat, Fredric simply followed along at a casual pace. His gait was more of a light jog, his face reflecting the same lack of urgency. He had little doubt his mechanically augmented shipwright would have any trouble pursuing a common purse snatcher. The sound of her arm-cannon was like music to his ears. There was no way either of these strangers expected such a little lady to have a gun hidden in those dainty little arms of her.
After trailing behind the group for a ways he made his way to the alleyway, taking only a single step in through the opening. He stood in place, arms resting on the decorated hilts of his sabres as he watched events unfold. This would be a perfect opportunity to watch the living weapon in action. Of course should things get out of hand he would have no choice but to intervene. Though he highly doubted that would be necessary.
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Don't have time for halfass Marines. Step up or shove off. Ha ha!
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Jan 14, 2016 2:58:25 GMT 7
Post by Fredric F. Ferdinand on Jan 14, 2016 2:58:25 GMT 7
| [attr="class","yes"]There was nothing that lifted the crew's spirits quite like a bit of shore leave. They had been at sea for some time, and a significant portion of the crew were fresh recruits. And even some of those who weren't were at least new to the ship, which always seemed to lead to a bit of extra tension. Adjusting to a new captain, new peers and a new ship was a jarring experience, one he was all too familiar with himself. Double jointed arms stretched into the air, the loose sleeves of his shirt sliding down a bit as he did so. Hands then moved down, thumbs tucking themselves behind his suspenders as he followed the road with a smile on his face. He had high hopes for some of his new additions. Multiple fruit users, a cyborg, and some people who just had that spark of potential. That first mate was going to be a problem though. Just the kind of problem he loved to have.
The dark skinned captain paused on the street, brows raising as the sound of music caught his ear. With no other goals in mind, he decided he may as well have something nice to listen to while he did nothing. He was lucky enough to approach just as a new song was being played. Hands slid down into his pockets as he listened, extended arms being allowed to dangle at his sides. Eyes narrowed slightly as he listened to the lyrics, a faint smile and raised brows revealing a hint of curiosity. A quick scan of the surrounding crowd revealed a familiar face. His favorite little walking arsenal seemed to be enjoying the music as well. Though he wasn't sure whether or not their thoughts on the song were similar.
As the song came to an end he pulled his hands from his pockets, clapping them together in an exaggerated manner. "A beautiful song and a beautiful voice! I'd say if you were a lady I'd offer you dinner. Damn shame." With a laugh he took a step towards the man, thumbs sliding back down behind his suspenders as he nodded to the musician. "That song. You put a lot of heart into it. I've got to ask. What's the story? A song like that's always got a meaning behind it. Am I right?"
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