Post by Roin on Apr 2, 2015 22:22:20 GMT -5
The rowdy end of Winchester Island was going through its normal sprawl. The occasional street fight, cheerful shanties in the bars, and plenty of Jolly Rogers sported on the bodies, clothes, and gear of pirates. Along with the various bands, the small pirate haven had criminals that more or less found their way to the "city"... and in one tavern in particular, one of these men stood out.
Easily dwarfing the chair he sat in, a mysterious and hooded man sat with a glass of water. The order had already drawn some ire... but the fact the man's attire all but indicated that the large Human was some sort of Samurai. The sword on his back was larger than the average sword to fit the man's size, but the stone sheath and the weapon indicated it was still a weapon that could be wielded with one hand. As the Flower-Tattoo Man continued drinking, one pirate started over with a big smirk on his face... and a pistol in one hand. Shoving the weapon onto the counter and half-leaning over it, the pirate fixed the gun toward the hooded man.
"Ay' what kinda man comes to a bar and gets water? You some kinda... Marine?"
Snickers picked up through the bar, the large man smiling at the Pirate's comment and their laughter. The lack of a response and a quick sip made the man continue the taunt, however.
"Hell... maybe you're some kind of World Government dog-"
In that flash of a moment, the hooded man slammed the glass onto the bar, the pirate stunned just long enough from the sudden rush of movement that he never saw the next move coming. With a quick shift of the tattooed arm, the mysterious figure grabbed the Pirate's head, the large hands a testament to the sheer size of the Human... and just as fast as it had happened, the man brought the pirate face-first into the bar, the wood cracking and giving way as the once-cocky comatose pirate was half-buried into it. The glasses had fallen off the bar from the sheer force that the bastard was brought down through it... but the hooded figure let out a sigh and turned a red-eyed gaze toward the tender.
"I don't mean to bother you, but I need another glass of water... that idiot spilled mine when he broke your serving bar..."
The large man pointed to the fallen glass... and most of the bar went quiet. It was well known that a crew of Pirates had arrived and established "order" as the top dogs... and the man that had been so brutally dispatched was none other than one of his top men. Unlike the Pirate's Marketplace in the South Blue, the "big pirates" of Winchester Island's western town were fairly average in their regular fold... and this was almost like a declaration of war as whispers began to fill the absence of laughter in the bar.
"S-Sir, may I ask what your name is? I-I need to make sure I don't... er... associate with you when his Captain arrives..." "Hm? My name? It's Miyahara Ahn... and I would hope you take an interest in the man who's come to this island with a simple goal..." "G-Goal... sir?"
The bar had gone quiet once more, having heard the bold declaration. The display of strength had certainly sunk in with the pirates... but none of them expected what came next, all of their mouths dropping open in plain disbelief the moment the man finished. The worst part? The hooded man pulled the hood all the way off to reveal the devilish-like appearance of purple hair, sharp red eyes, and a confident smile.
"My goal... to make the Marines and the World Government surrender this island... and I plan to have you pirates help me do it... a simple business transaction, if you will."
Easily dwarfing the chair he sat in, a mysterious and hooded man sat with a glass of water. The order had already drawn some ire... but the fact the man's attire all but indicated that the large Human was some sort of Samurai. The sword on his back was larger than the average sword to fit the man's size, but the stone sheath and the weapon indicated it was still a weapon that could be wielded with one hand. As the Flower-Tattoo Man continued drinking, one pirate started over with a big smirk on his face... and a pistol in one hand. Shoving the weapon onto the counter and half-leaning over it, the pirate fixed the gun toward the hooded man.
"Ay' what kinda man comes to a bar and gets water? You some kinda... Marine?"
Snickers picked up through the bar, the large man smiling at the Pirate's comment and their laughter. The lack of a response and a quick sip made the man continue the taunt, however.
"Hell... maybe you're some kind of World Government dog-"
In that flash of a moment, the hooded man slammed the glass onto the bar, the pirate stunned just long enough from the sudden rush of movement that he never saw the next move coming. With a quick shift of the tattooed arm, the mysterious figure grabbed the Pirate's head, the large hands a testament to the sheer size of the Human... and just as fast as it had happened, the man brought the pirate face-first into the bar, the wood cracking and giving way as the once-cocky comatose pirate was half-buried into it. The glasses had fallen off the bar from the sheer force that the bastard was brought down through it... but the hooded figure let out a sigh and turned a red-eyed gaze toward the tender.
"I don't mean to bother you, but I need another glass of water... that idiot spilled mine when he broke your serving bar..."
The large man pointed to the fallen glass... and most of the bar went quiet. It was well known that a crew of Pirates had arrived and established "order" as the top dogs... and the man that had been so brutally dispatched was none other than one of his top men. Unlike the Pirate's Marketplace in the South Blue, the "big pirates" of Winchester Island's western town were fairly average in their regular fold... and this was almost like a declaration of war as whispers began to fill the absence of laughter in the bar.
"S-Sir, may I ask what your name is? I-I need to make sure I don't... er... associate with you when his Captain arrives..." "Hm? My name? It's Miyahara Ahn... and I would hope you take an interest in the man who's come to this island with a simple goal..." "G-Goal... sir?"
The bar had gone quiet once more, having heard the bold declaration. The display of strength had certainly sunk in with the pirates... but none of them expected what came next, all of their mouths dropping open in plain disbelief the moment the man finished. The worst part? The hooded man pulled the hood all the way off to reveal the devilish-like appearance of purple hair, sharp red eyes, and a confident smile.
"My goal... to make the Marines and the World Government surrender this island... and I plan to have you pirates help me do it... a simple business transaction, if you will."