Lost red thread (Nadima pirates)

[Renegade]

As he watches Morcant's tactless attack, Cross frowns in distaste. Knowing that as soon as that axe came down on Morcant it would be game over, he makes the instantaneous decision. Using the momentum that gets built up from his great speed, he rams into Morcant. knocking him to the ground. He then spends and brings his buster sword down hard against the axe with just enough strength to deflect in serious harm, however there was a fresh new gash on his shoulder. He winces, ignoring the pain and uses the advantage of being on the inside of the large marines arms to strike him. As he slashes across his stomach, he twitches as he fells how little of an effect it had on him.

Glaring, Cross kicks off of him and rolls across the ground, opening the distance up between them. As he rises back to his feet he turns back around and looks over at Morcant with a frown. This wasn't going as well as he had anticipated. "New plan, he mutters to him, since they were now beside each other, I'm going to jump up and put out my feet. Take your scissors and fling me at him as hard as you can, pushing on my shoes. He'll probably deflect my attack, but that's fine because I can't produce the power to hurt him anyways. You're going to follow me up and do the real damage," he tells him. Immediately after he jumps up into the air, feeling his scissors push against his feet and flinging him hard at the giant. He separates his buster sword into two smaller blades and begins to spin in the air, catching the first axe swing with the sword and stopping it from making contact, however the force sends him flyinf into a nearby wall and through it. However with the momentum of the swing, the marine had his back exposed to Morcant.

[shinku]

"Oi! Don't push me around. I'm not the one you have to attack!" Mor complained when Cross rammed him aside, but nevertheless followed the plan Cross made.
"I hate you. I really hate you, you know." he told him, when Cross landed on his scissors and Mor put all his strength and a lot of his anger in it, when he pushed Cross against the giant marine. The wound on his arm started to bleed like mad again, and even the piece of cloth he had tied around it didn't helped much, but Mor hadn't time to think about it. When the marine sent Cross flying his back was exposed and that was just what Morcant needed. With a fast jump he was next to the giant and it took just a quick hand movement to open his scissors and laying the sharp edge bare.
"Ittouryoudan!" he shouted and gave the giant his strongest blow. Blood spattered all over the place and the giant felt forward to the ground and didn't moved.
"Dammit! My dress is now fully ruined. Blood never wash out completely."
The other marines lift their swords but took a step backwards unsure if they should attack or not, now their leader was beaten.

He went to the wall Cross had crossed and looked at the figure who lay on the ground. "Are you still alive?" he asked him.
"Damn! Damn damn damn. Don't you dare to die! Not while I still owe you my life."
He throw Cross over his shoulder and went out again, glaring at the remaining marines. "Get lost, I don't have time for you." Mor told them and then he walked off very fast and before the marines knew what was happening he was gone.

KNOCK KNOCK!
Mor didn't wait for an answer but swung the door open. "Your a doctor aren't you? I have a patient for you." He put Cross on a bed while the doctor still a bit puzzled hurried over to look at him. "You're wounded too. Perhaps my assistant should treat it."
Morcant shook his head and sat on a chair, taking out his sewing material and started to sew his wound. "Thanks but I'm fine by myself."
"Damn you Cross Strafe!" he thought. "Not only cutting my arm but also saving me." He grind his teeth. Being in owe to someone was the worst thing possible for Mor and he would get even with Cross for that for sure, he decided.

[Mikan]

"Ne!* Where can I get a boat?," the boy said calmly to one of the people at the docks. He needed to get out of the island. It was too boring now. Winchester Island. He said to himself, and chuckled a little bit. It was fun, but..., the boy said to himself. Just behind him is a group of people laying on the ground, some unconscious, while some are injured, yelling for help. The people he was talking to was about to say something mean, but hesitated when he saw his eyes. Those soulless eyes the boy have. While sweating, he answered he needed a thousand beri to get a small raft. The white-haired boy just sighed and talked back. "Well, I only got-," he stopped and took all his coins from his pocket. He started counting them, and after a minute, he continued, "Damn! Only 600," he said uninterested, and he looked back. "Hey! You guys are so poor," he said staring at them, making some jump out.

He exhaled and he walked away from the two people. The two man let out a huge sigh and wipe their sweat at their forehead. I guess I'll get the remaining beris from some people, Ghost said to himself. He smiled, and gave the sky, a menacing look. Before he got out of the docks, a small chuckle escaped his soft lips, making those people injured had their hair stand up. "Who is he?" one of the man asked. Some of them started blabbering and started shouting.

Even though he's a kid, he stood up more than everyone else while walking around town. He is seen as a white-haired kid, blood from his hands, backpack on his back, a gray shirt, blue pants, and a decent pair of sneakers. Wait! back up! Yes, his hand is full of blood. Maybe because of what he did at those men. The stare of the people around him didn't really do any difference of what he was thinking. It was natural. This isn't the first time where people stared at him, with odd or disgusted expressions on their faces. He's done stuff. So, it's really nothing. Ghost looked at the sky, and put his hands on his hair in a nonchalant way. While looking up, he didn't see the little girl running with an ice cream on her hand. Then, they bump.

Ghost look down to see the girl with her eyes watery. Geez! He complained in his head, and look at the girl. After talking for two minutes, the two kids started arguing who will pay it. Ghost, ignoring the ice cream or him buying her another one. The girl came from crying to a bratty girl. Ghost looked at him, and the girl looked back. Forehead nerves popping from his head, he thought of a way. He smiled again, maintaining his cool. "Okay! Let's play janken!** If you win, I buy you one, but if you lose, you have to pay me 100 beri!," he smiled back to her. The girl gave out a grin, and nodded her head. "Hey! Want a hint? I'm going to use paper," he said wittily to the girl. The girl gave back with a wide, shocked, reaction. Am I that stupid?, she thought to herself. You want me to think that you'll use paper, and if I fall in your trap, I'll use scissors. But! You'll change it to rock at the last minute, giving you the victory!, she thought the thing up. This will be easy. Of course, I'll use rock to double-trick your scissors! The girl gave him a courageous grin after.

"Then, one two three!," With that said, the kids both raised their hands and lay their open palms with their answer. Ghost answered with paper, while the girl gave out a rock. The girl looked at him with a shocked expression, while tightening her fist. She threw him the one hundred bill, and run away. Before the bill touched Ghost's face, he took it by clipping it with his index and pointing finger. 300 more, he thought happily to himself.

(*hey! **janken is same as rock, paper, scissors~)

[Renegade]

Cross blinks a feew times as he is scooped up into the arms of the Morcant and tosses haphazardly over his shoulder. I can walk you big lummocks.., he thinks to himself, but chooses not to say anything. He wanted to let large man have his moment, plus it had the potential to turn into a great practical joke. After being bounced around as he was carried off he made his body limp so the he still appeared to be unconscious. He also slowed down his breathing to keep up the illusion. As he's laid down on the bed he relaxes and listens quietly as Morcant and the doctor talk between each other. He then continues his facade as the doctor pokes him several places in examination and treat him. After a few moments he could hear the door close as the doctor leaves the room. He opens one eyes and sees Morcant hard at work on his wound.

Suddenly, with no movements to announce his intentions, Cross jumps up and yell loudly to scare the crap out of Morcant. As he watches the large man jump up in fear and surprise Cross begins laughing hysterically. Playing jokes on the guy was fun and altogether to easy.

[shinku]

Morcant just nearly finished to stitch his wounded arm when that stupid bastard of his mother suddenly jumped up and yelled loudly. With a hasty jump Mor was on his feet and he could stop himself at the last moment from turning the laughing Cross into a reversed hedgehog.
"Very funny." he said sourly. "Now I know that you have the mind of a five year old child. But never mind that, there are a lot of people who don't pass that stage." He sat down again silently finishing his work and demonstrative ignoring the still laughing Cross.
When the other one calmed down a bit he halted his work and looked up. "And what are you gonna do now?" he asked.
When the other looked puzzled about the question he felt that he had to say a bit more. "I still own you one and I won't leave your side until I repaid you. And I don't care if you like that or not. I just hate to own a debt and I gonna repay you for that."
He left it open if by "own a debt" the wound on his left are was meant or the fact that he saved Mor's life. Of course he meant both but like hell he would tell Cross the second part.
He finished sewing his arm and held out a hand in Cross's direction. "Give me your cloths, I'll repair them."

[Renegade]

Cross' laugh fades of into a faint chuckle before, finally, disappearing. He listened quietly to what Morcant said, noticing the man seemed annoyed about something. Hearing his words about Cross having the mind of a five year old puts a smile on his face and replies casually, "You misunderstand, I have the humor of a five year old. My mind itself could run circles around people. I happen to be a master strategist."

Leaning casually back against the headboard of the bed he was in he sighs tiredly. It had been a lengthy day and he was growing tired. As Morcant asks him what he's going to do he pauses for a minute. To be honest he wasn't too keen on getting back onto a boat as an escort. The lifestyle just didn't sit well with him really. To be honest, I don't rightly know what I'm going to do. I don't really have anywhere to go," he tells him, shrugging as emphasis.

He closes his eyes and becomes lost in his thoughts, not listening very hard to anything else that Morcant was saying. Cross didn't much mind the man, but he would certainly get annoying when following him around. He zones back in just in time to see a hand extend towards him and a demand for him to take off his clothes. "Woah there big fella, I don't exactly swing that way. Besides, we just met. You need to put in a bit more work before I'll let you see me naked."

(OOC: Sorry that took so long..I was waiting to give Mikan a chance to post again, but I guess not.

[shinku]

With a big but not to heavy hit Morcant punched Cross out of the bed. "What the hell are you talking about?!" Morcant shouted, looking like an angry cat which made an arched back and showed it's claws and teeth.
"I don't swing that way either and you can be naked as much as you want, I don't care. But you look like a bummer in these tattered cloths and I can't stand people looking like that unless they really are. Are you one? I didn't think you are, so I wanted to mend them for you but if you don't want I don't care. Screw you!"

He grabbed his scissors, put them on his back and went out of the room, not without slamming the door. The doctor who was standing outside gave him a nervous look but Mor didn't mind him.
That stupid jerk drove him mad. How did he ended up with this guy? That man had no sense of fashion. No sense of fashion at all! It made Mor want to pull his hair out!

While walking through the streets he cooled down a bit. He was thinking about what to do next when suddenly someone bumped into him. "Oi! Watch where you're walking kid!"

[Mikan]

"300 more," he sighed. Now, were will a kid get 300 more beri, he thought. He walks around Cinna, just to find people. People where he can con some money to. He managed to con only one, the little girl. He was thinking about that kid. Something about her...

No, he thought. No use thinking about her. But even with that thought he kept thinking about her. Why was he so uncomfortable...? It was really hot in the streets, so he try finding somewhere he can hide. He didn't really payed attention where he was going, thus the bump happened that will change his life.

He bumped with a tall guy. He gave him a glare, and Ghost just gave him a smile. "It's your fault. Maybe you're thinking of something. A fight, perhaps? That's why you can't concentrate where your going, right?," he asked the man. He was observing him for a minute, but he already knew what was on his mind.

It was quite easy. The face his wearing is something that indicates he's mad, but for what? It can be social reasons, medical... but he went with something really obvious.. a fight. Hmm! Maybe I can get some money on him.. let's just play in his mind for a little for now, he thought...

[shisha]

(OOC: Better get Little Old Skellette on the crew)

Things were different on this Island, not quite as laid back as the other places she'd Visited along the way. Even so it was a refreshing change of pace for her, for once she could walk around knowing the day wouldn't be quite so boring as the previous one. As luck would have it the boat, in which she had sneaked on board, ended up docking on the west side of the Island, the side full of pirates and thieves. Had it been the East side of said Island, she'd be up to her neck in Marines at this very moment. After all she was a pirate herself, granted she didn't look like one, but a pirate none the less. As she walked through the street, she watched the people around her, most seemed quite paranoid towards everyone, others were just fighting in the street. In fact a small brawl had developed a few feet from her, sprawling out into the street, the two stopped fighting at her feet. They stopped, looked up at the girl, both looking quite confused.

There before them stood a, well, a teenager. A girl clad in a school uniform of all things. This was Skellette, the least threatening looking pirate that had ever graced the shores of the Island. She stood looking down, for a change, at the men, an innocent look about her face. The two men suddenly smiled, like two scavengers that had found their next mark, standing up, towering over the seemingly helpless girl. She looked up at them and smiled, waving with one hand, almost as if she had no earthly idea what they were up to. Both looked at each other, then made large manly poses to try and scare the young girl.

"Hi guys, could you move for a moment, can't get past ya"

"HA, looks like she wants us to move. Not a chance girl, why don't you just turn around and leave Tiny, Wouldn't be right hitting such a Shri...."

Smash would be the best word to describe the impact as a massive hammer struck the man in the face, sending him flying upwards into the air, falling back down to earth about five seconds later, landing on a pile of boxes. The second man stood there mouth agape, watching his "Friend" fly into the air, looking back in shock. Skellette stood there grinning happily, clutching her Trademark Hammer behind herself, walking past both men whistling a merry tune. She made a mental note for herself, to make sure she picked up some new clothes on the Island, better safe than sorry. While walking along she stopped suddenly, something had been bugging her for a while now, a short sharp Rumbling in the pit of her stomach which she now had a hand pressed against. She was Hungry. Quickly she found a wall to sit on, resting her massive and deceptively large hammer against it, almost making the wall collapse. Out from nowhere she pulled out a sandwich, happily tucking into it, despite everything happening on the Island.

[Renegade]

Soon after Mor finishes his loud rant and storms out the door, Cross laughs and shakes his head. The guy really wasn't all that bright, if he wanted to follow Cross around he shouldn't have stormed off into the city away from him. Unlike Mor, Cross felt no obligation to stay and, as such, walked out the back door with his sword slung over his shoulder. As he walked, in the opposite direction Mor went, he casually watches the people's faces as he goes by. All of them went about their business, shopping and talking with friends. That kind of life was enough to make him feel like vomiting.

As he meanders about, boredom slowly taking over, he comes across a pair of mean ganging up on a smaller girl. He watches for a few minutes, wondering if he should intervene or just let the girl handle it herself. As he decides on going to help her one of the men is suddenly sent flying into the air, landing moments later on a bunch of boxes. He lets out a low whistle, clearly impressed with her attack. He fingers his hilt, curious for a moment how well she would do in a fight against someone with actual skill. However he decides it best not to with his present wounds. He approaches her, grinning broadly and bows, "Well handled, however it's rude to leave the other one standing their in shock. You could have at least spared him the embarrassment and knocked him out as well."

[shisha]

Skellette looked up, her cheeks full of food, a few crumbs falling from her chin. Manners when eating was not something she had a habit of doing. Looking quite confused, as well as quite Innocent as per normal, she put down her food and stood up quickly and copied his actions, bowing in the same manner, giggling to herself. It was a playful little mocking action, as was clear by her facial expression. She looked at the man curiously, then poked her head around him, looking at the two men she had left behind. One out cold, the other scrambling around trying to wake him up. The stranger had a point, but she didn't see much use in going over and sorting the other one out. Poking her head back, she picked up her hammer, using it as a crutch to rest on, both hands on the bottom of the handle.

"Good Point, but then again people like them don't deserve to be spared anything. Picking on girls like that, its just rude". She smiled sweetly, picking her hammer up off the ground, leaving an imprint of where it had been resting seconds before, resting the heavy object on her shoulder. The man she had left looked up, just spotting Skellette out the corner of his eye, seeing her smile and wave at him was too much. He grabbing his sleeping "Friend" and ran away, dragging him though the dirt. Confused a little, she walked past the stranger, stopping a few steps away from him, turning around, placing her hammer Heavy end first onto the ground, making a dramatic pose. "Names Skellette..... who would you be?"

[shinku]

"My fault?! Your the one who bumped into me, not the other way around! And it's none of your business what I'm thinking about." Mor said, staring angrily at the white haired boy.
The true was, that he was indeed feeling angry and wouldn't mind a fight or just a good beating up of someone just to release some stress but what he didn't had in mind was a little boy who would hardly put up a fight against himself. That wasn't even good enough to start and would make him even more angry.
"Get lost boy or I cut you to half." he told Ghost and walked on without minding about the boy anymore.

With no clue what to do next Mor did what he always does when he was angry. He sat down on a little wall and took out his sewing kit and some fabric. That always cooled him down and made it possible for him to think clearly.
"Let's see, what shall we do with it?" he talked to himself. It was a white fabric, just like the boy's hair... how annoying!
With fast speed he began to make a stuffed rabbit. After a while he decided otherwise and made it a rabbit shaped bag.

[benjos]

At high speed a man came crashing down the street constantly looking over his shoulder and paying far too little attention to the path he was traversing. The conclusion of such actions was if not predictable far too tempting for fates cruelty to put aside the opportunity. Small walls are indeed sometimes worse than the larger ones. At least with the larger ones you stopped in your tracks, small allows for a certain amount of air to be gained resulting in a comedic but often more painful result. Crashing knee first into the small wall only a few foot from Mor the man somersaulted another 4 feet before landing flat on his face.
Running was a trait often seen in those that couldn’t grasp the idea of a poker match, that or broken bones and Benjos wasn’t the sort to play trip to the doctor if it really wasn’t necessary. Somebody could have explained that the money involved was real money and you were expected to pay on the loss. Surely this game had been a case of whoever has more imaginary money wins. But when people get angry its best to leave and thus running full pelt had been the strategy which a wall had foiled in a most frustrating manner.

“Owie Not fun dontcha know?”

The muffled sentence was barely audible and it was said with no design of benefit for the people around him which he hadn’t even noticed in his escape. Rolling onto his back he placed a cigarette in his mouth and lit its end. Taking the smoke into his lungs he regained his feeling of calm and his characteristic sleepy look returned. Getting to his feet he dusted his body and trousers. Clothes were certainly over-rated when you’re covered in tattoos and don’t feel the cold. The wild haired Benjos looked around blinking sleepily, his vision travelled over the situation around him, his eyes opened wide as he finally noticed Mor. Raising his hands he smiled cheekily.

“That coulda been worse, sorry for nearly taking you over the wall with me. If you wana grab a drinkie I’l treat ya to it as a sign of my foolishness. Yus yus.”

The man looked dangerous for sure and nearly smashing into a dangerous man was a dangerous situation for sure. Most folk enjoyed a drink and so to create some damage control this seemed like the best form of diplomacy. Not a good entrance that was a definite but hopefully apologies could make amends.

[Renegade]

Cross chuckles at the girl in front of him as she bows down in front of him mockingly. At this point he could tell right off that she was someone he could get along with perfectly, easy going, loved joking with people, and enjoyed having fun. As she looks back at the other two after his words he smiles at her response and he mutters a simple, "Touche..".

After turning back towards him, handling her obviously heavy hammer with apparent ease she gives him her name. He responds with a big grin, "The name's Cross. I like your choice of using large weaponry. As you can see I also wield an unusually heavy weapon, with as much ease as yourself. A demonstration," he offers, but doesn't wait for a response.

He turns, incredibly swiftly, on his heel and within seconds closes the distance between himself and the men who had been attempting to pick on Skillette. Taking the backside of his sword he plants it on their back, swinging hard like a baseball bat. The two men get swept up off the ground and fly over the roof of the next few buildings, landing several blocks away. Placing his sword calmly back on his shoulder he walks back towards Skillette, grinning, "Impressed?" he asks with a laugh.

[shinku]

While working on his rabbit, Morcant at last calmed down a bit. He felt better and was finally able to get a clear thought about his situation, when someone came flying from the side and crashed on the ground in front of Mor. He's thread he was holding ripped and his patience was irrevocable gone. With a stony-faced gaze he examined the newcomer.

"Drinking? With you?!" he said in a ice cold voice while he stood up and reached for his scissors, showing them with ostentation. Mor leaned forward and reached for one of the rabbit ears which was tangled up in Benjos wild hair.
"You! You! You really think I would go out to drink with someone like you?!" he said, waving the rabbit ear before Benjos face.

"How could I possibly show myself with someone like you? You have no sense of fashion! Just look at you!"
Mor pointed the rabbit ear at Benjos tattoos. Ivy and mystical beast tattoos are fine but how could you combine that with black silk trousers?! That's not matching. If you go for an elegant look you need something like a black shirt or if you go for the wild look-" he stopped and gave Benjos an other look, "which I strongly recommend in your case, you need trousers made of fur or skin!"
He put his arm around Benjos shoulder and pushed him down the street. "Let's go and drink something, and I shall tell you what you have to change on your outfit. Shall we?"