A Game of Precision (Invite Only)

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((OOC: We actually don't have a board for it, so i'm going to put the Sister Anko on the Baratie board for now))

Down below the surface, in the photic zone of the ocean surrounded by fish of all sorts, there was a ruckus going on. No it was not made by fishmen, though it could have been, it was being made by humans. In a ship, submarine of sorts floating a few 100 meters down below, one could see in as there were a few people sitting at tables quietly eating, but in one area there seemed to be a circle of people. This was one of Baratie's sister ships, the Dessert ship Sister Anko. A submarine with large windows going around to look out at the sea, it was highly intriguing especially for those partial to eating dessert.

It was a special evening there, the highly lauded underwater darts tournament. The ruckus brewed up every time a dart was thrown, laughter at horrible failures and awe at masterful throws crashed throughout the usually quieter ship. The sound was attracting a lot of fish that were swimming around, unused to the loud noises which happened only very rarely, they came interested in what was happening inside, only to knock their faces into the glass and swim off dejected. Or at least most of them did. The tournament consisted this time of 12 or so contestants all playing to be the winner of a free dessert of their choice. It began with a round robin, between the contestants to get a top four. From there they would have one on ones, 5 darts, whoever gets the most points wins.

One youngish girl looked slightly out of place with all the men in the game. Barely above five feet tall she was dwarfed by all her competitors, this was Filiya. Normally not partial to taking part in such games, she had been urged on by someone who had noticed a line of darts along her belt. She had been adamantly against doing this, but after a drink or two she was eventually convinced to join in the game. What luck had she had to come on a day such as this. She had heard of the famous floating restaurant of Baratie, and the chance to come on its sister ship Anko which was known for desserts was even better.

No matter how matured she was, Filiya still loved eating sweet food so it was a chance she could not have passed up. The unhappy accident that she got pulled into a darts tournament, seemed to be punishment for her. Though she was fairly skilled at darts, and free dessert sounded great, she disliked being out in the spotlight, surrounded by people cheering or jeering her on. With only four dartboards, people took turns as they went through the round robin portion. Pulling off her leather gloves and putting them in her pockets she walked up to play her first match. It was against what she considered to be some random brute. Her first throw was slightly off, striking the bull area of the dartboard.

The cheers went up as her second throw hit the bull again and her final throw went straight into the bulls eye. That was more than enough for her opponent to give in. Throwing his hands in the air he walked off back to his seat. He'd wait for his next opponent, the crowd was shocked at her performance. Cheering her on, she appeared to be the dark horse in this tournament. And the dark horse seemed to be quite skilled. Turning around she went to walk back to her seat as the announcer called out the next two names.

"The next two contestants are . . . ."

[Tori Tori Chopper]

'You know you should sign up Lufe, the practice should do you some good.'

The woman suggested as she nudged the cold metallic arm behind the green cloak. The Anko up in full swing from some sort or darts tournament, the patrons cheering and booing at the slightest action made by its many participants. 'Looks like you won't have much competition, a bunch of drunken people hungering for deserts and... Haha! A little girl too no less! Now you have to join!' The nudge turned into a pat as she tried to get the tall mans attention, pointing to the child-like woman as she finished her turn, chuckling as the much larger man gave in before it was even his go. The people seemed to be going through fast, no doubt if he didn't put it name in the list soon he would not have a chance in the first place, and that wouldn't be fun at all. 'Lufe? Are you even listening?' The pat turned into a knock, the large clank of his arm raising him to alert as a slightly curious face rose from behind the hat. He turned lazily to the woman, very lightly dressed with a tube-top and shorts though easily concealed with the large yellow cloak and hat of her own. 'Sorry York, must've dozed off for a second.' The woman shook her head with a smile on her face, shoving her foot in his stool and spinning him around slightly to get him to move. 'Dart game, easy peasy. We came here to relax, not sleep.' Rubbing his eyes and adjusting his had so he could actually see this game of which she spoke, he spun the rest of the way on his chair and observed the men throwing small needles at a circle propped up on the wall... Or at least that's how he saw it.

'Looks like a waste of time, York.' He said with as little effort as possible, looking over to her with his mouth pushed to one side. 'These guys couldn't hit a Sea-king, let alone a dart board.' The woman laughed whole-heartedly, getting up and grabbing his arm, pushing it into the air. 'This guy would like to join in!' The room went quiet for a moment, starring at the robot hand which hovered in the air. Mumbles bounced around the floor of the submarine and action was soon restored, not many people paying much attention to the offer though none the less the running man of the whole game sat down beside them. 'You got a arm which isn't made of metal, bud?' He said in a joking manner as he went to write his name down on a piece of paper. 'York, you can let go of my arm now.' He said with a sigh as he showed the man his more human hand, leaving the man to grin and nod with enthusiasm to actually get him involved now. 'S-Sorry Lufe I didn-' She was cut short by that same robot arm curling around her, smiling a little as a little reassuring one armed hug was pretty much the most affection you'd see from this guy. 'No problem, its Lufe.' The man tipped his small hat, walking back to the game and cheers, Rauth himself brushing off his vest with his free hand and patting his accomplice before releasing her from his grip. 'If I win this can we get back to work? This place is a lot nosier than I was informed.' the woman gave an embarrassed grin, taking a seat and another nudge to his arm as he stood and organised himself. 'Lemme take your cape, and go get 'em.' He did as the little lady required, cracking his shoulder in a stretch and thumping over to the game.

'Here, your facing this guy.' The man from before said as he offer some darts to Rauth's human hand. 'Thanks, good luck..' He said to the man beside him as all he got was a grunt from the seemingly fat bearded man. It appeared it was his go first, watching the man put on quite a show for his friends as he racked up an impressive score on the board. He took a step back, sarcastically offering Rauth the floor as he didn't receive what he desired. Rauth tipped his had in thanks, lining up to the board he took one dart and aimed it against his eye. People expected the same display the other men had given, cheerful random throws of perfect accuracy or horrible aim, though Rauth took his time with the first dart which seemed to cause some annoyance between the table of supposed masters who were participating. Rauth took a deep breath, pushing his hat which slowly tipped over his face with the dart as he gave it one last sharp inhale and exhale, he threw on target again and again, coming to a halt as the only place he needed to hit was now coated in darts, a lazy misfire leaving him unable to go anywhere else. The man behind him scoffed, standing to take the victory as everyone around him suddenly gasped. 'I guess I win.' Rauth said casually as he walked away from the board to give the competitor a proper look, the last dart jammed into the back of the first one in order to get it on the same spot. 'Does that even count!?' Complained the large man as the running man simple laughed at the result, nodding and pointing to Rauth as he returned to his table. 'Indeed it does! Lufe moves onto the next round!' A cheer followed his exit as Rauth sat back down, the starts in York's eyes so large she hadn't even noticed his return. 'Did you see the system to this? How many more times am I going to have to play?' The woman shook herself to reality, nodding with a knowledgeable smirk. 'Lots more times!' Rubbing his temples Rauth sunk in his stool.

This is what he gets...

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From her seat she took a look at the other contestants. They seemed mostly to fit into two lines, those who knew what they were doing and those who were so drunk they didn't care that they had not a clue what they were doing. There were a few who threw darts extremely well though, probably much better than her. One of them who did that, actually looked slightly different. He seemed to have a robotic arm, that would definitely give him an advantage she thought. Without the natural twitching of the body he could hold the dart perfectly still and throw it without any error. She grimaced slightly, that would make winning extremely hard. This whole thing was to be an exercise in futility it seemed.

Between games of the round robin as they narrowed the group to the top four, she took herself to wonder about other things. Such as to not annoy herself with this stupid game. She naturally won all her rounds, though the people she played were slowly getting better. She wondered about the man with the robotic arm. After watching him for a little while she noticed that it wasn't only his arm, it was his legs and chest as well. Not one normally to care about physiology this particular case interested her greatly. Taking out a sketch pad, she drew out the normal human body. She tried to figure how one would replace the certain parts that had been. At the least his heart and digestive system must remain. There should be a way to remove the excess waste, mm actually to be honest that wasn't what she wanted to think about.

Moving on she wondered how the metal connected into the nervous system to control the parts of the body. How did they wire it, it all seemed very complicated. She would have to get a cyborg some time and check it out, now that would be a fun experiment. Flipping a page over on her sketchbook she began to write out some equations. She needed to make her explosive dart more useable. It was currently too unpredictable for normal use. Chemical equations, notes on reactions and diagrams soon filled the page as she thought on. Maybe she could use this, or that, hundreds of chemicals raced through her mind, not all of which she actually had to use but as long as they weren't too hard to obtain it would be possible. A loud clap brought her back to reality though.

An overly hairy muscular man of average size walked out amongst his customers. From his hat and apron one could immediately tell he was a chef. A well known one at that as many of the customers cheered calling out "Patty!" in excitement. He was most likely the head of this restaurant. "Now then, gather round, gather round. I would like to announce our final four! The best of which will win a free dessert courtesy of myself." Giving a quick bow he came back up to full height. "Our final four are . . . Rauth Lufe! George King! Rayan Omo! and Filiya Esperta . .. of what the hell, Filiya!" Filiya was slightly annoyed, her last name wasn't that hard to pronounce, at least she thought as much. She needed to have a word with this guy . . . well that could be done later. Getting up from her table she walked up to the main area for playing darts. The cyborg man was up here,the other two seemed to be a bit more normal.

Looking around she noticed some groups of people were getting rather rowdy, but she dismissed it. It mattered little to her, flexing her fingers she got ready for her first match against George King. Noticing two pistols at his side she wondered if he was a sharpshooter. Since she was nothing of the sort she would probably be disadvantaged here, though those who were good with the gun weren't always good with other weapons. He was the first to throw, his first throw spoke wonders to her. As he took an excellent form throwing it straight from the tips of his fingers into the bulls eye. This would be a game of precision no doubt. There was only so much area for the points of the dart to go in. The first person to hit the bull rather than the bulls eye would be the loser. Back and forth the throwing went, these two of course had forgotten that the bulls eye wasn't actually the highest scoring point.

And as soon as Filiya remembered this she knew she had the advantage. It would be over now, as he threw his next dart into the bulls eye. She smiled taking a new aim she threw her dart hitting the triple 20 area. Her score now better than his by ten, and the game having already gone over the usual 3 darts per, they ended it there. Sticking out her hand she said "That was a good game, good luck next time." Smiling as best she could he took her hand and shook it politely waking off. Now it was the next two, and then it would be finals. Looking around groups were getting to be even more rowdy. Hopefully they could keep cool until she could win her free dessert.

[Tori Tori Chopper]

'So what free dessert do we want when you win?'
'Oioi, you never mentioned we were sticking around, nor did you say there was free dessert involved.'
'Well I'm telling you now aren't I?~'

Lufe leaned back in his position looking away from the bar, his head dropping as his hat fell onto the counter, his mouth agape and eyes rolled as drool came out from one side to truly express his effortless desires. 'We come here as messengers, a few days tops. And I'm here buying you sweet products and throwing sharp objects at walls.' The woman giggled at his complaints, pushing his head back up right and shoving his hat on top of it. 'Win then, and you won't have to buy them for me anymore.' Lufe looked to her with an unamused glance, the woman looking innocent with a cheery grin, making silly noises with her glass full of coloured flavoured ice. Instead of dropping her food and talking like a normal person York found it fitting to simply raise her eyebrows and point frantically at the man by the dart boards as he said Rauth's name. Adjusting his hat and taking a stand once more he made the trip towards to dartboards for the umpteenth time, shoving his hands into his pockets as he watched the other three approach. The little girl York was joking about had made it here too by the looks, and even though she was continual eye balling him from across the dart-boards he didn't blame her... Everyone stared at him after all. 'Rayan Omo, its a pleasure.' Rauth shook his head a little, looking down to the offered hand and up to its owner, who could only be described as a well dressed long haired gentleman. 'Lufe, don't worry about the arm, I use the real one.' He wiggled his real arm as he shook with the other, leaving he man to smile without a hint of laughter behind it, just a little huff. 'Mechanics or no, it is who you are, and I would prefer to face you at your full potential.'

'I don't think you want that really, I appreciate the acceptance though.' Rauth said with a lazed drone as Rayan was occupied with his turn. The guy was indeed majestic in his dart throwing, as majestic as throwing a needle into a circle can be, the dart gliding through the air and hitting the board with hardly a sound behind it. As suspected from one of the final four he nailed his points to their maximum potential, Rauth was going to need another wild card in the mix to get a victory out of this rather than a constant stand-off. As Rayan gestured for Rauth to take his go, he tipped his hat in thanks and took the darts from the running man. 'Are you sure I'm allowed to use my arm now?' The man looked to the competitor, nodding back down the chain and to Rauth as he simply shrugged in response, adjusting his throwing stance and placeing his darts into his metallic arm. It wasn't even a challenge now, the arm locking into place like a stand was placed beneath it leaving next to no age-old jitters like he had in his other hand from constantly clenching and breaking it in silly gun-play attempts. 'Last chance to get me to swap.' He said without taking his eyes off the board, no one said a word... Guess it was time to get started.

No one must have expected the level of precision a robotic limb provided, though it was clunky and the nerves took a split second less to respond with his brain in comparison to his natural arm to his robotic one, it was still tuned to near perfection. He blasted three darts towards the board, in three swift movements he had placed himself in the same position his opposition on the other board seemed to have done, ten points ahead. 'Lufe is the victor yet again!' Admittedly he had noticed the little girls tactic before his turn came around, a sneaky one at that... He was just lucky enough for his opposition to slip up in the first try. The mans unmatched charm was slightly scratched after failing where he expected to win, grunting and simply walking back to his table as Lufe tipped his hat to the cheering patrons. 'Guess I'll stick around, I'm against this girl after all right?' He gestured to the the woman in question as the man running the competition nodded in response. 'Looks like we have our final ladies and gentlemen! Set up and lets see who's our champion!' the crowd cheered once more, Rauth simply leaning against the glass, taking a peak over to York who seemed to be just frantically flailing her arms around.

She really wanted that free dessert..

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She watched carefully as the guy with the metallic arm was pushed into using that arm. That was a cyborg arm for you, unflinching, completely still, it was a slightly unfair game at that point. While the first guy Rayan was a pretty good darts thrower, he was nothing to compare to the extreme precision of the robotic arm. Mmmm victory would be tough against these odds, she knew it. Watching Patty walk up, she listened as he called out "Looks like we have our final ladies and gentlemen! Set up and lets see who's our champion!" Filiya walked up to the dart board, keeping one eye on her opponent. Picking up three blue darts she walked to the throwing line. The darts sat between her fingers, their tips hanging down because of gravity.

Turning to her opponent she smiled, the best 'cute' smile she could, she wasn't very good at it though so it wasn't all that . .. cute. Being as socially awkward as she was this wasn't something she practiced, she just hoped it was something that came naturally to girls in her own age group. "You wouldn't go all out on a little girl like me would you? With your big mechanical, cyborg arm and all." Filiya said with a laughter in her eyes. She twirled a blue dart in her finger boredly, "I wouldn't want to have to dispose of you, I don't like getting involved in the business of others." . Continuing to smile she faced the dart board now. She assumed that she would be going first, calming herself she started to shut out noises outside of her. Much as she had done as a child working in the laboratories as many of those of a similar age played outside among each other.

One sound was particularly hard to get rid of, a growing group in the back was getting louder and louder. Possibly because of drunkenness, and also losing to a little girl and a guy with a metallic arm. It was their fault for getting drunk, no wonder their aim was horrid. Besides why would you drink while eating desserts, no coffee or milk is a much better choice she thought. Whoops she was distracting herself, slowly but surely she cut them out as well. The sounds of the fish disappeared, and soon everything but the faint beat of her heart touched her ears. She was at peace, her concentration was perfect for now. Opening her eyes the world disappeared around her, it was only the dartboard and herself. She spoke "I hope you don't mind if i throw three at once." Flicking her wrist she let fly all three darts at once. Three thuds, timed perfectly such that they sounded like one greater thud sounded throughout the room.

Filiya smiled as she saw that all three had made their mark in the triple twenty area. A perfect score, she smirked, at best the guy with the cyborg arm would tie. Mmm maybe they would give them both a free dessert, now then wouldn't that be better for both parties. Turning around she saw a female flailing her arms at this Lufe guy next to her. "Your date? Don't choke up now cyborg man. The wrath of a female tends to be quite deadly. We don't like to be disappointed." She stuck her tongue out at him taking a few steps away to let him do his throwing. Looking around the restaurant it seemed everyone was waiting to see what happened next. Silence seemed to be golden, no one wanted to miss these next three throws. Though as she looked around a group of men in the back who seemed to teeter back and forth had gotten up and were slowly approaching the darts area.

They all seemed to be extremely drunk brutes who had an overconfidence about their abilities. They probably thought they were getting duped or something, she didn't know. Just in case she pulled out some of her own darts that had been prefilled with her ND Type 1. She didn't want to cause any actual harm so she would just put them to sleep nothing more. From there they could be taken care of by the restaurant. That would be more than enough she thought, as long as she could enjoy her free dessert in peace ehh.

[Tori Tori Chopper]

'A little dramatic for a dart game, huh kid?'

Arms folded, toe tapping, the large hatted man glanced up from the ground, raising the tip of his head wear to get a proper glance at his competition. What was a girl like that doing wandering around the blues all by her lonesome? They do say that the East is the weakest, But then again. 'Kick her ass Lufe!' He was hanging around with someone arguably worse than this one was. 'York..' He said with a slight yell, the woman covering her mouth as she looked about the turning heads in the room. 'S-Sorry Lufe!.. Sorry everyone..' She slouch on her stool, spinning her finger in a dampened attempt to cheer Rauth on, he of which was still chuckling from the action. 'Alright, lets get this over with then.' He shuffled his shoulders, adjusting his stance to get a better view on the board as the girl was about to begin. She had seen her in action multiple times over the past view matches of course, he silently hoped she hadn't been doing the same. but how to handle this he wondered. They were pretty evenly matched in such a simple game, so how one of them intended to get a leg over another was down to deciding on a draw, taking forever or well... Playing rough. Though the girl seemed confident, her early display of trying to act good natured while riddling her cute little tone with threats was a nice trick, she was bound to have more. 'By all means.' he said to her suggestion, now she was just doing this to show off he was sure, but what else could you do in such a simple game.

'Not bad, if I didn't know better I'd say you did this for a living.' He raised his eyebrows in hidden note of her apparel and nature, only a kid with the skills to back up their verbal taint would be hanging around all by themselves, and by the looks of the company she was definitely alone. 'Looks like I'm stuck with a draw, huh?' He said in disappointment with a shrug to go along with it, pushing himself off the pillar as he left out an open hand for the running man to place the darts. His hand recoiled slightly before the darts could be placed, Rauth using his metal hand instead to cover his mouth as a sudden laugh caused him to almost cough uncontrollably. 'Right indeed, a woman's scorn... But a girls?' He responded with a cocky grin, taking the darts as he moved to line up with the board. 'A girl's I can handle.' He lined up his first shot, rather preferable to simply matching her rather than present any display with his turn. 'Wouldn't let her catch you talking like that though, that 'date' of mine.' He looked to the girl with a single raised brow, and a good honest smile followed as he matched the girls dart's place for place. 'Maybe we should call this a draw... Unless you want to be here all night until someone misses.' He looked to the man running the show, he was actually contemplating it. 'I didn't expect to have this kind of talent in the competition.' Rauth nodded, adjusting his hat and taking a casual stroll away from the board. 'Then it's a draw..'

'Its official! We have a tie ladies and gentleman! Give it up for our victors!' The response wasn't exactly as loud as it was before, one table which seemed like it was making the noise seemed more angered from the act than happy for it. 'You can't just let them both win! I bet you put them both here to win in the first place! Ripping us off ain't you!' Rauth ignored the table of people as they stood in argument, glancing at the man as he returned to the counter they weren't even met with a grin of victory. He looked to York, as she looked to the men then back at Rauth with a curious look on her face. 'Those guys don't look too happy Lufe...' She said while she took her first free serving from the bartender. 'I wouldn't be happy either, York. But it is how it is, we got things to do, eat that up.' She nodded, beginning to scoff the stuff down in an incredibly fast and un-lady-like manner, the dessert flying all over the place and horribly enough on the protesters table. 'That does it! Now you're just taunting us!' Taunting? The large man was obviously drunk enough to consider not winning a bowl of ice cream an insult to his very being. He rose from his chair, along with another four men who seemed to be following him in action as they raised their swords to the girl and Rauth. Let looked ready to strike. 'We were all played! And these guys are to blame, we just gunna take this sort of hustle from a good for nothing food shack on the sea!?' Some agreed, while others knew of the hardy nature of the Baratie's crew, keeping their distance. Rauth simply flicked his hat up to see the man slowly walking towards him, leaning over to position himself in front of the dessert eating accomplice.

'Here we go..'

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"Not bad, if I didn't know better I'd say you did this for a living."Filiya smiled at the comment, "Its the only type of marksmanship i really excel in. It also helps for some other things . . . But i doubt you would care to hear about them." Revealing a line of her personal darts that were under held on her belt. "Lets just say, i need to be able to pinpoint things much smaller than the bullseye on the dartboard, for what i do. From the looks of it you are probably much better at other types of marksmanship. I doubt i could keep up with you wielding a gun or the like."

The man Lufe, continued to comment about he basically had no choice but to draw up the match. Then responding to her comments on his companion, she laughed. "Haha, not a date then? Then this would be either a family or business meeting of some sort. Not to intrude or anything." Patty all the while had basically jaw-dropped. He was unable to comprehend the level of players that had appeared at this game. It was probably far above the usual group of drunks who had fun playing this game. Scratching his head he finally declared it a draw deciding it'd be easiest to just give the first prize to both of them. Filiya was happy, free dessert mean she didn't have to pay for anything but the coffee she had ordered to go with her dessert.

But now the group in the back was finally going out of control. Completely sure they were being hustled by this duo, they now rose in anger. Half drunk probably one lead one called out "We were all played! And these guys are to blame, we just gunna take this sort of hustle from a good for nothing food shack on the sea!?" A group of five now got up from their seats, the leader with bare fists but the other four brought out swords. A few more agreed and now a little less than a third of the restaurant had risen in fury. Whether they were clenching fists or actually pulling out weapons, it seemed that these two innocents (well innocent in this situation) were going to be pulled into quite the mess. Patty had already started calling out the famed Baratie chefs. Some of the most dangerous chefs in the blues they were said to be, adept at fighting off pirates that frequented the blues.

The men approached, many of them with a slight offness to their walk most likely because they were extremely drunk. Those ones probably wouldn't require much to knock out, it was the ones who were just enraged that would be trouble. They were out for vengeance, not only against her and her supposed accomplice but also against the Baratie group. They needed to be dealt with in a much harsher manner. Fingering a pair of ND Type 1 darts she pulled out another dart as well, HS-AS Type 1. She didn't want to use it until she needed to, but that time was coming up quickly. Not being one of large stature or strength she needed the steroids to get on the level of her opponents. The other darts the ND Type 1's were narcotics. They needed only to be stuck into the opponent, and in a few minutes especially with all the ethyl alcohol flowing through their body those men would be in a deep sleep.

Grabbing the goggles on her head she put them on now, strapping on her goggles as well she laughed to herself slightly that she needed all this gear. It probably wasn't really needed for this specific task but whatever, she thought it looked cool. And really wasn't that all that mattered. She scoffed at that thought to herself, since it really wasn't right. It would be somewhat in the ideal world, but then in the ideal world this wouldn't even need to happen so that was reality. Throwing out two of her ND darts, she landed both of them in the necks of some of the drunks. Even though it wasn't a high speed version they were quite effective knocking them out without causing any damage, other than possible concussions, but that probably wouldn't be to hurtful for such lunkheads.

Another man however had snuck up behind her landing a punch right into her back. Her body was flung forward, light as she was it wasn't very hard to fling her around a little with a punch. Landing on a table she caught her breath for a second before turning around to see the man continuing to move towards her. A few more seemed to join him walking a little behind him. Probably not as drunk as he was so they were a bit more cautious about what they did. Grabbing her HS-AS Type 1 Dart she stabbed it into a vein on her arm, injecting the substance into her blood stream. Immediately she felt her muscles tense, feeding on her body's excess resources it was building muscles quickly. This wouldn't last long because as fast as these muscles built up they also deteriorated faster as well.

Walking forward she clenched her fist, the metal plate on her glove facing forward for this next hit. Right before the man could punch her she swung out, aiming straight for the sternum she knocked the breath right out of her opponent sending him flying back into the group of men behind him. With her knowledge of the body, and the enhanced strength from the HS-AS Type 1 Dart she would be able to do this. She smiled, these men could bring it on. She could handle them, at least for the next few minutes.

[Tori Tori Chopper]

'I can handle myself Lufe!'

The girl yelled and ducked as another man was sent flying over her and into the display of desserts, Rauth standing in front of her with a sluggish hand to hand stance and a small line of blood sliding down his face from a skimmed sword swipe. 'That's not the point York, you heard the plan, you aren't to get your hands dirty.' Another attempted to strike, a solid metallic hand to the gut put the drunken grappler quickly to his knees as a follow up from a metal knee left him flying back into the small crowd, which now that Rauth looked at it didn't seem to end. 'This is why we don't stop for desserts..' He grumbled to himself as his half lazy expression remained throughout the seriousness of the situation, his tone hardly changing to anything aggressive. 'Sorry Lufe..' He turned to her with a grin, shrugging as he reached his hand out for York to hand him his rifle from the side of the desk. He swung it, smacking the man clean in the jaw with the butt of the gun, its thankful reinforced being used to punishment like this. 'No problem York, part of the job.' He aimed his rifle, now with a ranged weapon in hand over swords and fists a majority of the crowd backed away, the chefs sliding into the dessert ship and tackling along with smacking and throwing objects all around the men, leaving Rauth with a lot less to deal with. 'I guess the guys live up to their name..' Speaking of names, a large man with a equally large hat came casual down behind the majority of cooking staff, looking to Rauth and jumping towards his peg-foot at the ready. He was fast, wasn't like he could do much to react, and he was on the ground with a peg pushed against his chest in moments.

'Lufe! Get off him dammit!' York raised her hands, about to clap them against the man only to be paused by a grunt and yell. 'No! York! I'll handle this! You ain't... Supposed to fight...' A cough came from him as he regained his internal balance, hardly able to move right after that strike his arm suddenly responded as he grabbed onto the peg, dragging it to the metallic side of his chest and pushing up against it. 'Now you stay down! Or else I'll make sure yo-' 'Sir! Sir their okay! I mean their the reason but its not their fault!' The man running the show seemed to vouch for Rauth, the large moustached man looking down with a grunt and removing his peg, allowing Rauth to launch back up to a sitting up position. 'Thanks for that Old man..' He grumbled as he got to his feet, the man helping him up as York grabbed onto Lufe's arm. 'I swear its always you odd looking ones who make the problems.' The man complained as he hobbled off to kick and punch the remaining brawlers into submission. Rauth managed to get a glance at the girl too, honestly quite curious as to her well being after all this. She by the looked had handled herself just fine, a few bumps and gazes herself but she didn't get drop kicked by a one legged chef... 'Ey! Goggle Girl!' He shouted to her, giving a tip of his hat after seeing quite a few men with prints of her gloves against their stomachs and faces. 'I messed up again... I knew we shouldn't have stopped..'

'What are you talking about now?' Rauth turned in confusion as it seemed York was sobbing against his metal arm. 'I-I'm sorry..' He sighed, looking around to make sure no one else saw the small girl crying against his arm, looks kinda weird from his perspective, so it must be tens times worse from others. 'Oioi.. Like you knew drunken dart players of death would be hanging around.' She giggled from the title, looking up to her hair being rustled and being moved away from his arm. 'You've gotten me into enough trouble already now then, lets try and not get into the double digits before we arrive, eh?' She wiped her eyes, one last sniff and her face went to a weak smile following a nod. 'Alright, Uhm..' He wanted to leave, but by the looks of the guy running the place they would have presumed that he was skipping out on something or other, maybe he was just being paranoid? Nah, he just got attacked by a cook with a moustache longer than his arm, he wasn't crazy. 'So uhm, this place looks a little messed up.'

'Little!? It's trashed!'
'Look I'm sorry we were just playi-'
'5000 Beri'
'What!? How is that even justified? How about 500?'
'6000 Beri'

'That isn't negotiating!' The two screamed, even the man running the dart game popped his head out from behind a table to yell at him. 'Ugh, fine.. 6000, but that girls paying half.' He nodded to the girl, the seemingly now notable head chef turning with his arms crossed and an angry look on his face. 'Seeing as you both won, and are both responsible, that seems reasonable enough to me.' Rauth sighed, for a moment he thought he was going to look at the girl and decli- 'But you be the gentleman and pay 4500.' Rauth was speechless, instead responded with reckless arms and eventually a grunt. 'Fine-fine..' He shoved his hand into one of his satchels, dropping it into the mans hand and grabbing his stuff, slugging it out the exit. 'Stay here any longer and they're gunna blame me for something else.' He made his way to the main ship, grumbling all the way.

'York, remind me to never play darts again..'

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Moving into the mass of men she landed now another punch, aiming for parts that would knock them out as fast as possible so she did the least damage to their bodies. When they were sober they'd be in a lot of pain without her help, let alone with her help. One of them came at her with a sword, which she wondered why he brought that in here but then, he looked rather pirate-esque so she guessed that she might as well not question it. Swinging the sword down she raised her two gloves to block the sword with the metal plating. With her enhanced strength it worked fine as a block, using one hand to swipe the blade away she landed a punch with the other, leading into another punch into the groin, basically knocking him out right then and there. That of course was a good way to knock people out, not the nicest one, and one that definitely caused a lot of pain to males, but the groin was a good one hit KO. Still as well as she was fighting she couldn't keep track of everything, not to mention she was kind of outnumbered. Though the chefs were helping out there weren't half as many chefs as there were raging drunks. A few punches grazed her sides and one actually gave a shot straight to the face. Thankfully it got deflected slightly off her goggles scratching her face slightly rather than her taking the full on force. She didn't use the steroid much, but it was working wonders for her. Though to be honest she needed to learn some basic martial arts to actually make use of it, for now her basic punching wasn't exactly up to speed with any real fighters, it was just drunks that she could take advantage of with it. The knowledge of the human anatomy also helped a bit, that was being a doctor for you.

"Ey! Goggle Girl!" came the unexpected call. Filiya assumed it was for her, as she was the only person she was aware of wearing goggles. She looked over at him, he seemed a little bent over, probably got kicked in a place he didn't want to be with an object a little harder than a foot. Turning and watching, she saw a one legged man hobble around and proceed to beat down all the drunken men. Perhaps he was the famous Red Leg Zeff, perhaps, though she supposed such a person would have two legs so perhaps not. Walking over to her accomplices she patched the scratch on her face with quick band-aid. Looking them over they didn't look to beaten up but she bothered to ask anyways "You hurt anywhere? Don't worry i'm a doctor, of sorts, but i can at least mend any of your basic wounds. If you got some complicated disease i can give it a gander but you might not come out better than you started."

The cook walked back up to then, and after hearing the comment out of Lufe of "So uhm, this place looks a little messed up." he seemed to get just a little enraged. Just a little as they started to argue on fees on these two for creating such a large mess. She frowned, it wasn't their fault that people hated that they were good at darts. Obviously it was just others overreactions, besides were they not supposed to have been getting free stuff? Not paying more than they had originally planned to pay on just eating desserts and the like. What kind of retarded situation was this anyways? They finally agreed on a value, 6000 beri, which she found a little overboard but whatever as long as he was . . . "Ugh, fine.. 6000, but that girls paying half." Lufe said. "WAIT WHAT? Why am i paying anything?" Filiya was indignant, what had she done wrong in this whole mess. Perhaps Baratie just shouldn't bring in so many rowdy customers to begin with. Oh no they weren't sticking this on her, no way.

This chief chef wouldn't have it though as he said "Seeing as you both won, and are both responsible, that seems reasonable enough to me." Filiya sighed at this, he wasn't going to give up, and she really didn't feel like arguing. But the chef wasn't finished as he put this in talking to Lufe directly. "But you be the gentleman and pay 4500." Filiya smiled at this, now this was a proposition she could accept. Especially since Lufe accepted it already, digging through her money pouch she pulled out 1500 beri and handed it to the chef. She was thankful this guy could be such a gentleman. Filiya then remembered something, they hadn't answered the all important question. Calling out after them she yelled "HOLD IT!". Running over to get in front of them she caught up to them saying "Got any bruises anywhere, you really should get them checked, don't want to leave with any broken bones. It'll just be a quick check-up anyways. Shouldn't take more than a few minutes per person."

The check-up of course would consist of checking their body to see if they had any pain their chests. Well the check-up was part of the reason she wanted to do this, to be honest it was partly her scientific inquisitiveness as to how his cyborg body worked. It would be great fun to check out, though he probably wouldn't want her touching his circuitry. The check-up was routine anyways so it wasn't something they could deny her as a practitioner of medicine. She wouldn't be letting them go anywhere until she was sure that they were on the road to healing. To be honest she wasn't sure if she had any broken ribs, or something. She could check that on her own time though, that was a problem for later though, and she could do it before she went to bed so she knew that she wouldn't injure anything in the coming hours for it to heal. Actually on that thought she could use the High speed regeneration formula to see if that worked out. That would be good no matter what, she had yet to find anything truly wrong with it.

((OOC: we need to continue this plot somehow .. . i'mma think of something and introduce it next post hopefully ^^, if you think of something you can do that as well))

[Tori Tori Chopper]

'Lufe, She wants to have a look at us.'
'Well she can be horribly disappointed.'
'She can help!'
'I don't need help, remember?'

At appeared the little girl wasn't alone in her plan to become an obstacle with their body, and York was obviously feeling guilty from causing all of this commotion. The both stood ahead of him, he had his cape handing over his shoulder, and his box of attachments in his spare hand, as much as he wanted to he wasn't going to be able to out-run these two little females. 'Just a check up..?' He looked off to the side rather than directly at them, seeming almost embarrassed to ask directly. 'She said it would only take a few minutes, beside i think I 'gotta little bump myself, got pushed up against the table and the stool smacked me around m-' He dropped his things, with a dramatic clank and swoosh of his cape he raised his hands to cease her own reason. 'Alright, you win..' She giggled, only took a few days to get the kind of man Lufe was, no hassle to those he didn't need to care around, no will power to those who he does. 'Where do you want me then.' He said in confusion, they had just stopped him half-way out the dessert ship, easily three steps from the stairs. York's smile of assistance returned, grabbing his arm and tugging him to one of the corner tables by the glass, positioning him for the girl to look at him while she dragged his things over. 'How do you even carry this thing?' She complained as she dragged the large container across the floor. 'With trouble, I assure you.. Definitely with this thing.' Now don't get him wrong, these metallic aids are the reason he's walking, working even, but there were a pain in the but just like his real remaining limb was sometimes.

He worked off an apparent complicated design, locked into the nerve system rather than re-invented like other apparent cyborgs. It was none of his business though, he was told never to try and adjust it himself so he never has, sometimes he ventures into the systems of his arm to see what makes it tick but, he feared anything else is dangerously close to his heart, apparently near encased in metallics anyway. The woman though seemed quite eager to investigate his 'wounds' And by that she seemed to mean take a nosey at his attachments. 'Look uhm, you're welcome to take a look, just don't fiddle too much... I tend to notice that sparking and hissing results in bad things so, you know when to stop.' Well it wasn't like he was going anywhere, York and sat herself on the table which the chairs surrounded, poking away at the inside of her legs for that bruise she apparently had. Lufe chose to ignore her though, she had made a habit of doing silly things to manipulate him since they met, and he didn't want to be responsible for making someone like her give a reason to talk about him in bad light, even if she would never consider doing such a thing. Though hot topic in Lufe's mind was this girl, little goggles. What was her story? Besides the whole darts thing of course.

'So uhm, you going to check yourself out after me? She's faking it and you were fighting if I'm not mistaken.' He gave the woman a quick up and down glance, it did look like she had taken a few knocks, luckily for him the knocks de received met metal, though his arm did seem a big agitated about that. 'You're little worse off then me, only a little though Goggles.' Good at darts, not so good at fighting. The girl was a fighter, give her that, but she was small which naturally left her lacking in endurance... Or so Lufe so generically suggested. 'I'm York by the way, This is Lufe, they're our last names.. aren't allowed to use our first.' She seemed happy to express the details of their mission despite the shaking lazy eyed head of Lufe. 'O-Oh, Sorry! Never mind.. Just, never mind.' she slid over the side of the table, huddling herself up behind Lufe and fiddling with the end of her cape. The cyborg sighed, she was only going ask if he didn't tell, she seemed the that type of person, claim to not mind though give those puppy dog eyes if they were denied. 'Escorting her, if you were running out of ideas.' He said jokingly as he placed his arm out to the side, gesturing to the plated closer towards the center of his chest which 'opening him up' per say. 'Oddly enough we've run into a few problems like this already..' He leaned in slightly, fully away that the girl was against his back. 'She's a general pain if you ask me.' He jolted slightly as the general pain gave him one in kind via an elbow.

'Heard that!'

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Though annoyed at first her two 'patients' finally agreed to have quick look taken at them. The guy, Lufe gave in last, finally deciding after a lot of pushing by the girl he was with. Having turned around right after coming up to the door, their stuff needed to be lugged to the nearest table so that she could do the check-up. She smiled, she didn't know why but she knew that she would always give check-ups to those who would possibly need it. Though she had never taken the Physician's oath, it was something she abode by. She had figured that she would have had to if she had actually gotten some sort of licence to be a doctor, so she stuck to it, just in case they decided to instate her even though she didn't really mind. And to be honest she only really followed parts of it, do no harm was hard to follow in times like these, so she made the logical choice and didn't follow that commandment. Leading them back over both of them got to the table, and though Lufe said that the girl he was with hadn't been in battle and she should rather check herself she knew well enough to check the girl anyways. Just in case she had any issues that might need fixing of some sort. At Lufe's question she nonchalantly commented "Mm, my health can be taken care of later, i've got a specific drug of sorts i want to test out. Since most people don't like being drugs, sometimes its better if I test on myself, animals of course don't like it much either. It was the most logical choice . . . " she drifted off back into thought.

"Even if he says you are faking it, i probably should check on you just in case." Coming over to the girl first Filiya had noticed that the girl had been pointing at a supposed bruise on her inner thigh. "You said it hurts here?" Then without waiting for an answer she began applying pressure to the leg. Keeping an eye on the girl's face for signs of wincing she continued to place pressure in different parts of her body. No where indecent, but just to be safe she checked as much surface area as she could. Jumping up on a chair she pressed her forehead against the girl's own. Though it freaked out the other girl for a second, Filiya ignored it and after being thoroughly satisfied she backed off a little, nodding to York as she got off her chair. "You look to be fine, a little hot in the head, but that is nothing too scary. Just rest well and you should be fine. Wait a moment . . ." she grabbed her satchel and ruffled through it coming up with a small pill. Holding it out to York she said "Take that before you go to bed, you'll be good as new when you wake up, it should keep the fever away." York accepted it with a quick nod. Now Filiya walked over to the man Lufe, "You are going to have to take off that cloak she said." Pulling it off him she took a quick overview, looking for anywhere the clothes underneath seemed to be a little bruised. "You don't feel any pain anywhere, doesn't matter whether its been afflicted from this battle or past, i'll check out both."

It seemed however most of her work was done already, as most of the bruises on the clothing had only metal underneath, which didn't bruise at all. York spoke up again "I'm York by the way, This is Lufe, they're our last names.. aren't allowed to use our first. O-Oh, Sorry! Never mind.. Just, never mind." "Haha i had already picked up on that, my name is Filiya, sorry i would extend my hand right now but i'm kind of busy." Filiya continued to work over his chest making sure to be as thorough as possible. It was partly her reputation as a doctor at stake whenever she made a check-up on herself or on an actual patient. Noticing that the man had a little pain in his arm, she went to work looking at that. Strong as he was, his arm was probably a little tired from holding up part of that metal mass. Pulling out one of her darts, she poured out a small amount of the solution and refilled it with water. "This is going to feel a little odd to begin with, its just a muscle relaxant, you'll feel a lot better after this" Finding a nice place where the shoulder met the arm she traced back a little and then gently slid the needle in to inject her solution. "Oh don't worry this one has been tested to work, otherwise you seem to be fine as well." Patting him on the back she backed off a little.

"Escorting her, if you were running out of ideas." Lufe said jokingly as if she had been inquiring as to what they had been doing. Oddly enough we've run into a few problems like this already. .She's a general pain if you ask me." Filiya laughed at this comment, noticing that the girl gave a sharp jab into his side saying at the same time "Heard that!" "Escorting ehh? Sounds nice, may I inquire where to? Or is that classified or something, in which case don't tell me, not that you should anyways . . ." She paused for a second before starting up again "I suppose you'll want to hear something about me after all this talk about you." Propping herself up on a chair she began to feel about her own body, looking for overly soft places and places that caused her pain she pressed lightly across her own body. "I don't know if there is much to say to be honest, if you have any specific questions you can ask . . . otherwise i probably shouldn't be keeping you from your job." She smiled slightly continuing to check over her own body. What she was most concerned for was a fractured rib or the like. It'd make travelling around much more dangerous, maybe she needed partners in travelling. But that seemed a bit much to ask of this pair. Besides they were on some secret mission of some sort.

[Tori Tori Chopper]

'Yea.. Locations a secret at least.'

He mumbled in response as the girl seemed to be finishing up on her inspection of their bodies. Made him think though, him and York had come here from the Grand-line and they still had further to go, and he was falling to pieces the way he felt it. He didn't know how he was going to keep this up if his mechanics kept stalling on him like this, and this was just a dart game. He gave a quick glance to his real hand, pulling down the sleeve which was raised to check its well being and slid a certain trinket down into his hand, clicking it open and giving a light smirk to its contents. 'Y'know they'll probably have an idea who was behind all that, or so I think.' He locked it up, glancing over his shoulder to see York's face, her chin resting against him as she peered over, her other arm resting over his metallic shoulder. 'Hm, I'm used to the disappointment. It'll be fine if they don't.' He said with a forced enthusiastic tone as York's head wobbled from side to side. Rauth wasn't too interested in the girls story, though her practice was something to raise a brow at with all those needed and supposed medical boost and what not he had seen the same general thing in the place half of him was re-made. York though was obviously no commoner to the area of fancy medicine let alone any kind of medical knowledge, and the idea of learning more about the girl simply seemed to pick up her interests as well as bounce away from Rauth's delicate little topic.

'So what was that thingy you used in the fight?' York asked in a very descriptive fashion, leaving Rauth to not only be confused but chuckle from her wonderful use of words. 'She had a thingy? York?' He received an innocent thump from his mocking tone, York gesturing to her vast array of darts as she continued. 'You were too busy beating people up but, she stabbed herself like she did you just then, and then got all serious and made people fly around.' Rauth raised a brow looking back to the small girl who had just been treating him. Don't get him wrong, he was not deceived by her innocent appeal and fully acknowledge that she participated in the fight, probably got a few down too... But sending people flying? It had peaked his interests at least though left the curiosity to York. 'Looked like the stuff you just used on Lufe 'n all.' He was a little curious about the needle that was shoved into him, it made him feel better at least, but from his experience anything that does that often comes with some sort of side-effect nowadays. 'Seems like she takes her medical practice seriously is all, maybe an inventor in the mysterious line of medicine.' He wiggled his fingers, making it all too aware that he knew next to nothing about medicine, simply how to stop himself and his friends from bleeding amongst other things. But the stuff he's seen these past few years is quite astounding, and brain boggling at that. 'Guess I'm a little curious what might bring a Doctor to this side of the sea, 'dyou live in this blue? Or are you escorting someone else too.' He chuckled as he stretched out his metallic arm, the sudden whir and crack of it sounding horrible but something he was aiming for. 'Don't worry... Intended.' He said immediately after, he felt York nearly leap off her seat.

'You'll have to hang around here if you want to be comfortable while you listen to this girl has to say, York. I've got to get the ship ready.' He pushed off his seat, placing one hand behind him as, as expected, York simply went to flop onto the chair face first. Pushing her stomach with his hand as she regained her footing on the furniture. 'A pleasure to meet you goggles.' He tipped his hat, putting his cape back over one shoulder and lifting up the large case with his metal arm, heaving them up the stairs while York looked back and forth, close to being physically uneasy about moving this far from his side. 'S-Sorry, I just.' Her head tracked his feet, a quick darting glance around the room could tell anyone that she was frightened quite easily by the concept of him not being around. 'Could we follow him up? I've just, seen this situation before.' Not that she made any sense to the girl, though she was implying to a former event, which didn't end well when York decided to go walk about. She hopped off the chair, adjusting her short-shorts and cape, putting her hat back on and motioning for the Doctor to follow as she bolted up the stairs. 'York, I can't walk that well with you hugging my arm like that.' Lufe mumbled as emerged beside the Baratie only to be attacked by the small girl once more. 'Lemme help you with that.' She said with a recovery of confidence, pulling the box to a different angle and carrying the other end. 'You left the girl behind didn't you.'

'I said she could come along! I'm not rude!'
'Sure you ain't..'
'H-Hey!'
'Hahaha...'

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Feeling a small bruise on her side she pressed against it, she winced slightly, there wasn't anything broken though and for that she relaxed slightly. Reaching into her satchel she pulled out a bandaid and placed it over the bruise. It would help cushion the wound, keep and allow it to heal more fully. She considered using the high speed regeneration formula on it, but then that was probably an overreaction to the wound. Continuing her search she pressed up higher on her body, it seemed fine generally. Nothing there exactly pained her more than it normally would, nothing abnormal. She felt some weakness but that was more because she had to use her HS-AS Type 1. That was a normal side-effect, she knew it wouldn't last forever, but it would be a weariness she'd have to deal with for the time being. As she continued her search, she swung her legs and listened to what the pair across from her was saying. The locations as she had expected were secretive, well that could be guessed because one really can't just escort someone somewhere if everyone knows that its happening. Its best to keep it a secret to reduce any troubles that may come about because of it. They started to talk about something which she really couldn't relate to. Probably had something to do with the reason he was escorting this girl, York. It was their business and probably too secretive to tell Filiya so she decided not to inquire about it. Besides they had told her plenty already, it was about time for them to inquire about her, that was if they had anything they wanted to know. It was kind of awkward, in the silence between questions and answers, without a question to ask her it felt like conversation would never start again. Then it came.

"So what was that thingy you used in the fight?" the girl York asked her. Thingy? Could she possibly mean the thing she stabbed into herself, the HS-AS Type 1. Another question now came from the man, Lufe "She had a thingy? York?" Apparently he hadn't noticed her doing that, which was for the best, he should have been concentrating on fighting with the commonfolk. Even if they weren't the best fighters combat was a dangerous sport and always requires at least some concentration from the one fighting. York spoke once more saying "You were too busy beating people up but, she stabbed herself like she did you just then, and then got all serious and made people fly around." So she had seen it, Filiya smiled slightly "Oh that, its nothing really, its just a steroid. High speed of course for maximum usefulness.". The girl commented once again saying "Looked like the stuff you just used on Lufe 'n all.". Filiya thought about it, "Well they aren't really the same per se, one is a muscle relaxant, the other is a steroid. I just store them in the same way, not much else that is similar about the two. I would say that, the muscle relaxant isn't really as useful, it is fast acting as well, but its harder to use correctly cause it kind of has to be pinpointed correctly or you could kill the person who it is used upon. If it gets to the heart then that person is definitely in trouble, i can tell you that. Oh no worries I was sure not to hit any arteries." She smiled at them, it was no biggy.

Lufe began to play with his metal arm slightly, perhaps he was bored with the stuff she was spewing out. Then he began to talk "'Seems like she takes her medical practice seriously is all, maybe an inventor in the mysterious line of medicine.Guess I'm a little curious what might bring a Doctor to this side of the sea, dyou live in this blue? Or are you escorting someone else too." Suddenly a little whizz and crack sounded out as Lufe quickly said "Don't worry... Intended.". Pausing cause she thought it might be bad, she was relieved slightly. Kind of odd that such things happened, but what did she know about machinery, all she knew was putting together chemicals and healing people. Thinking back to what he had said earlier she laughed again. "Well i can tell you one thing, i don't make any mysterious line of medicines. They are more of chemicals which cause different reactions by the body. It takes some testing, and there are other chemicals i make that couldn't be described as medicines as all. For example there is this one . . . actually I don't know if i should talk about that. As to why i'm here well . . . " She paused, taking in her situation, the circumstances for which she was travelling were questionable. "Well then, I left my home on the Grand Line after the death of my parents. I don't think i was exactly well liked on my home island, too much of a bother. There are also some bad rumors circulating there about me. Which aren't true I can tell you that. Some people just have overly vivid imaginations. So I'm just travelling, I'm not strong enough to act as an escort for someone, I play a support, I don't think any one would exactly be intimidated by myself. I mean just look -" She gestured to herself, her size in particular "If you haven't noticed i'm short, I don't have that much of a presence."

"You'll have to hang around here if you want to be comfortable while you listen to this girl has to say, York. I've got to get the ship ready." Lufe said as he got up grabbing his stuff. "Unless she has more questions, that is pretty much what I had to say . . . " But he walked off tipping his hat to her naming her 'goggles'. Not a nickname she particularly liked or disliked. It wasn't very specific to her so she was unsure if it really was sch a good nickname to begin with. The girl York, who had now fallen onto her back seemed concerned slightly, in a slight state of confusion she said a jumble of words to Filiya before jumping off and running to catch up with Lufe. The essence of what she said came out as "S-Sorry, I just. Could we follow him up? I've just, seen this situation before.". Immediately she ran off grabbing onto Lufe's arm as they walked up the stairs. It was confusing, but somewhere in it she was pretty sure she was 'invited' to join them. Looking up at them they were talking, the girl hugging down on Lufe's arm as he slowly made the climb.

Blandly swinging her legs off the table, she thought about her options. Oh she might as well, besides it was safer in numbers, and at least Lufe seemed like a good fighter. That'd be helpful in these kinds of situations. Swinging her legs up, she dismounted from the table landing with a little flair onto the ground. It wasn't her usual style, but she was feeling unusually happy. Running after them she yelled out "Wait up! Let me come with you!"

((OOC: Sorry if i mutilated what happened slightly >.>, also i don't know if you want to make this York girl's escort thing a plot or if you still want me to figure out something, tell me in your next post in OOC ~ ))

[Tori Tori Chopper]

'I don't remember us docking here...'

Rauth said with his typical lazy sigh as finding their ship took a whole three seconds more than he previously intended. The boat in question wasn't exactly much to behold, about the size of a small fishing ship, it sported strange cannons on either side as well as two sails for additional wind collection considering he was constantly on the move. He and York threw the large metal container onto the ship, Rauth kicking a latch in the corner as the anchor began to pull itself up as York spun and flipped around the two sails detaching the ropes and allowing them to fall. 'So how long d'ya think it'll take us to get there?' York said in curiosity as she casually dangled from the lower sails. 'I'd say a few more days in good weather, which this blue often has.' The two looked natural together, like a duo at sea rather than a revolutionary and his human package who have only been with one another for a week at most. But he wasn't going to lie to himself, she reminded him a lot of the fatherly motivation which spurred when his child was close to being born only for it to go to waste, quite nice to vent it out over something as simple as his duty. The girl from before also perked his interests, but more more professionally rather than personally. She seemed to have a very valuable skill, even though her seemingly modest attitude tipped her away from exclaiming her medical genius in comparison to what Rauth had seen over these seas. Anything was possible if she had the ability to push it beyond natural limits, it simply make him smirk from the thought of his skill being better than it already it just by a push of a needle.

'Not like we're going anytime soon Goggles.' He effortlessly shouted back to the calls that came from the staircase, it seemed York was telling the truth after all, she was invited and oddly enough she accepted. 'You said you came from the Grand-Line right? Recently? It's been a while since I've actually ventured those waters is all.' He'd been appointed to the blues for a few months now, receiving orders via all kinds of secretive methods about simply intelligence gathering and interrogations, was his line of expertise: Making people go away or making people spill the beans so to speak. He was quite thankful to have this task with York, not only did it mean that his task was more adventurous then collect x and take it to y, but it also meant that he actually had someone to talk to that knew of his true line of work. 'Ever since this damn Pirate stuff has sparked up, its been hard to do much of anything on that line of islands.' A small hint of aggravation spilled from his otherwise lazy and bland tone, those stupid pirates all aiming for a fable created by a man minutes from death. All it had done was cause problems, and half of these idiots are just using it as an excuse to do whatever they damn please. The marines were no better, don't get him wrong, dragging out things which they could easily douse in a matter of months. Though his muted mumbles and grumbles as he thought to himself was gaining the glance of York who seemed to be content with watching iron wall of emotion show a little. 'Something wrong, York?' She simply swayed in response, she'd heard the story in snippets, it wasn't his fault he bared a grudge against the world. 'Nothing! Just wondering if she's going to come with us.'

'I dunno.. Have you asked?' Rauth had a wonderful ability to bounce the responsibility unless it was truly his, breaking eye contact and rummaging around his container leaving York to ask. She spun off the sails, a perfectly executed triple spin followed her landing nicely beside 'Goggles' as she had now been so simply named. 'So, you wanna tag along? I mean unless one of these ships are yours, you just seem...' York's head titled up and down, side to side in a moment of silence as she examined the other girl. '... A little young to be hanging around the seas by your lonesome.' She said it with a hint of curiosity, she didn't want to insult the girl after all. Though as bland as her examination was, and like she mentioned before, she was a little on the small side. Not that she was one to talk. 'She may have to make that decision with a little pace.' Rauth said from the back of the ship as he raised his head away from his face to glance at the incoming vessel. The boat was huge, the sails were plentiful and the large skull with crescent moons of sorts on either side spelled trouble. 'We got company.' York seemed to jolt from the news, bouncing on the spot then rolling and diving to Rauth's location like a monkey of sorts. 'Is it them!?' Rauth shook his head, spinning on his heel and walking over to his container, pulling out a large firearms and multiple latches. 'They seem big enough to know about someone like you trying to get by though. Can you come give me a hand with this?' York followed Rauth along, barely managing to lift the large contraption as Rauth leant in beside her, York shoving the large weapon into a compartment as he attached it to his wrist. 'You may want to get ready with those needles if you plan on sticking around.' The latches began to crack and slam against his metal arm, Rauth standing up and almost upper cutting the air slightly as the weapon spun to the front. He gave it a sharp spin, proceeding to load and prepare it, looking back and forth between his weapon and the approaching ship. It could be nothing after all, just another huge pirate crew passing by.

'Better safe than sorry...'

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Having caught up with the pair she walked along side them up to what seemed to be their ship. Or at least they referenced it as such, somehow not remembering that they had docked the ship in this exact position. Well its not like anyone would move it right? So they must be mistaken, right? If they weren't then either something was very screwy, or the waves had simply moved it. Though by the second case they'd probably take it out to sea rather than just along the Baratie docking area. So either they were mistaken or people were interfering with something. Perhaps it was dangerous to be among this pair, no matter she would figure that out later. These were the first competent people she had met in a little while, if she could she'd like to stick with them through part of her journeys. To be honest it was odd for her to find competent people who were reasonably interesting to be around. Or at least whom she didn't constantly get annoyed by, while she hadn't been around them long, she'd seen enough or at least she thought as much that they wouldn't bother her too much or what not. They at least didn't seem like the type.

Lufe talked to her as Filiya walked next to them saying "You said you came from the Grand-Line right? Recently? It's been a while since I've actually ventured those waters is all. Ever since this damn Pirate stuff has sparked up, its been hard to do much of anything on that line of islands." Filiya thought about that, memories, some not so good came to mind. She began to speak "I did come from the Grand Line . . . not recently though, by now it must be at least what . .. two, three years ago since i lived back there. I don't know exactly how long I stayed in Loguetown, it was quite a while at least a year or two definitely." She thought about the Grandline, at least how she had last experienced it. Well she had been extremely early in the grandline so there was not that big of a pirate presence. Especially because she had lived at one of the larger marine strongholds in Paradise outside of the Peace Route. "I don't know if i'm one to comment. I haven't been in the Grand Line for a while. Not to mention i lived in probably one of the more peaceful areas of the Grand Line. We had a large marine base protecting us and all, though, that didn't really help my parents . . . you know i'd rather not talk about that. But yeah we were generally pretty safe. Marines had a good guard over our island. Especially because we were early in the route, the pirates there weren't very hard. Or at least that is my opinion on it and why things were ow they were." She paused thinking whether she had anything else to say before she was truly done.

During her pause apparently they had somewhat forgotten that she was there. They were now talking again about whether the girl York had remembered to invite Filiya. The answer to the question was rather ambiguous, as in some ways she was asked to join them, or at least to talk longer. But to say she was actually asked to accompany them was a different thing entirely. No probably not, she had not been asked. Filiya was still being referred to as 'Goggles' which in the end she didn't really mind. She slightly objected to the general-ness of the nickname which made it less then perfect for referring to Filiya. But then that wasn't something that really mattered that much to her, practicality meant little in this case, it'd have been easier if they just referred to her as Filiya but she was much too lazy to actually correct them so she left it as is. She gave in, she was to be forever known as 'Goggles'. The girl finally having decided what to do turned to Filiya and asked "So, you wanna tag along? I mean unless one of these ships are yours, you just seem.." the girl paused as if looking for the right words, "... A little young to be hanging around the seas by your lonesome."

Now that, that made Filiya a little indignant she was a good 17 years of age, not to mention having lived in the backstreets of Loguetown for the better part of what could be approximated as two years. She considered not joining because of that comment alone, but then that was a small annoyance in the end, and not a good enough of her a reason for her to say know. "Umm . . . sure i'll come. It'd be good to have some company on these seas. I've just been riding with people i don't know, trading my skills for my room and board. I'd assume i'd do something similar with you two. That tends to be my best contribution . . . I can cook too if you need that as well." She thought she was a pretty good cook, the chemistry knowledge seemed to directly connect with her cooking. They were in the end the same thing, whether concocting a new chemical/potion or putting together a dish they were basically the same things. Except one was edible and one wasn't . . . or at least most of the time the other one wasn't edible.

In the distance, she saw a ship fast approaching Baratie. It was quite large, as it came closer it grew in size massively, it must have been as large as Baratie at least if not larger, much. There weren't many groups that traveled in such numbers that such a ship was needed. It was mainly only the pirates and the marines, and Filiya could tell from here that they definitely were not marines. Her two new companions seemed slightly distressed, actually the girl seemed distressed, Lufe just picked up a giant gun. "If you are grabbing that . .. they must be friends ehh." Her somewhat stale line came across, she was trying to add a little humor into the situation. A comment came out of Lufe's mouth as the ship came closer still "You may want to get ready with those needles if you plan on sticking around." The comment came a little slow though, reaching for her heel she pulled two darts out of the inside of her pant leg. Reaching for some along her belt as well she shifted through them. She needed the high speed energy burst infusion for this one. She was still fairly tired from using the Anabolic Steroid infusion. Dispensing some into a blue dart in her hand she waited for the ship to come closer. She would inject it as soon as she needed it. That time was coming fast.