Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2014 20:35:57 GMT -5
The people he passed stared, somewhat disconcerted. The tall, skinny doctor was an odd sight, that was a given. His horns, white hair, and metal disk joints were not common things for a person to have, especially in the West Blue. The Marine Logo on his long lab coat stood, unblemished, identifying him to those he passed. It was one of the few parts unblemished, however. Flynn's body was bandaged in a number of places, and while he did not appear heavily damaged, it was obvious that he had been in a battle or duel of some manner not long before.
The cyborg's bizarrely long arms swung, back and forth, back and forth, as he considered his current itinerary. He had a bit of time before the Marine Ship he had come on set off. The supply run, and check in with the local government, was a routine affair, but an uncommon one. That he had even been able to get a ride here was excellent, and likely due to the ship's doctor feeling ill all of a sudden. As a fellow medical professional, Flynn had deduced that his unconcious state was likely due to illness, and had managed to secure his place as a replacement. The note he had left in the man's pocket would hopefully ensure that his encouragement of the original medic's illness was left off any records.
Cracking his knuckles, his mind began to drift back to the affair with Loec the evening before, but this train of thought had barely left the station before Flynn angrily derailed it. No, he was not thinking about that again. It would only serve to enrage him, that he was sure of. Devil Fruit users... damn them. Without that bizarre ability, it would have been an easy fight. The drunk former pirate, however, could apparently blow shit up with his hands!
Oh dear, he was getting overwrought now. He had leave, of sorts. Probably because the other crew members were somewhat uneasy. When he had begun his roundabout speech to the leader of their little vessel, the response had been a hasty nod and a strained, nervous gesture for him to leave. Frowning, the Marine glanced down at his hands, distractedly musing. Did he scare people often? He had no idea how strong the people on ship with him had been, but normal people seemed unsettled by him. In truth, he was unsure how common it was to see someone like him, flesh and steel mixed together. Devil Fruit users were uncommon in the Blues, and Upgraded people such as himself? Even more so. He wasn't really one to concern himself with the rabble, but it was still disquieting.
With his formerly chipper demeanor squashed, the tall Longarm's frown deepened, and he shoved his hands into the pockets of his uniform. Stalking down the street in a fowl mood, he began casting his gaze about. The Marine presence here was non-existent, for the most part, and the only disturbance he had heard was some fight a street or two over. It had sounded fairly violent, actually, with a few gunshots going off. After the day before, Flynn was in no state to go charging into battle, and it had subsided quickly enough, anyway. The issue was, frankly, he was bored. The thrill of the fight had worn off, becoming vaguely exhausted boredom. He sincerely hoped to run across something interesting soon.
The cyborg's bizarrely long arms swung, back and forth, back and forth, as he considered his current itinerary. He had a bit of time before the Marine Ship he had come on set off. The supply run, and check in with the local government, was a routine affair, but an uncommon one. That he had even been able to get a ride here was excellent, and likely due to the ship's doctor feeling ill all of a sudden. As a fellow medical professional, Flynn had deduced that his unconcious state was likely due to illness, and had managed to secure his place as a replacement. The note he had left in the man's pocket would hopefully ensure that his encouragement of the original medic's illness was left off any records.
Cracking his knuckles, his mind began to drift back to the affair with Loec the evening before, but this train of thought had barely left the station before Flynn angrily derailed it. No, he was not thinking about that again. It would only serve to enrage him, that he was sure of. Devil Fruit users... damn them. Without that bizarre ability, it would have been an easy fight. The drunk former pirate, however, could apparently blow shit up with his hands!
Oh dear, he was getting overwrought now. He had leave, of sorts. Probably because the other crew members were somewhat uneasy. When he had begun his roundabout speech to the leader of their little vessel, the response had been a hasty nod and a strained, nervous gesture for him to leave. Frowning, the Marine glanced down at his hands, distractedly musing. Did he scare people often? He had no idea how strong the people on ship with him had been, but normal people seemed unsettled by him. In truth, he was unsure how common it was to see someone like him, flesh and steel mixed together. Devil Fruit users were uncommon in the Blues, and Upgraded people such as himself? Even more so. He wasn't really one to concern himself with the rabble, but it was still disquieting.
With his formerly chipper demeanor squashed, the tall Longarm's frown deepened, and he shoved his hands into the pockets of his uniform. Stalking down the street in a fowl mood, he began casting his gaze about. The Marine presence here was non-existent, for the most part, and the only disturbance he had heard was some fight a street or two over. It had sounded fairly violent, actually, with a few gunshots going off. After the day before, Flynn was in no state to go charging into battle, and it had subsided quickly enough, anyway. The issue was, frankly, he was bored. The thrill of the fight had worn off, becoming vaguely exhausted boredom. He sincerely hoped to run across something interesting soon.