Post by BlacKitten on Jul 4, 2015 11:55:10 GMT -5
From his non-peaceful, life-threatening time here, he had gained some sense of familiarity with the major landmarks around here. Knowing his way around an environment was made easier once he had flew over the landscapes, gaining an immediate bird’s-eye view which was also a bat’s-eye view. What made up the entire island was a city known as Ohoville, and in the very center was where the castle-like structure with its humongous high unassailable walls was situated. A seemingly impregnable defense where no filthy, sinful pirate could ever hopes to trespass, a hundred cannonballs being fired at it may not be enough. The headquarter was famed for their great exterior security; those very few brave or naïve daredevils who attempted to infiltrate it have never been seen again. Most likely, they were caught and arrested the like rest of them.
Prior to his self-given mission, Pluto had instructed Rebecca to make sure that their only other ally to stay put and rest. That scythe-wielding woman must not be involved in this at all costs due to her tendency to manslaughter civilians indiscriminately. His sister, however, was one of the few exceptions, probably the only human alive that Scarlette desired to protect. If anyone had the power to extinguish that fiery urge to kill, it would be her.
He had no personal knowledge on the regulations or policies on how marines handle Devil Fruits, but considering the level of greed that rare item would attract, there would be a time limit for him to snatch that item. Without knowing how much time he had on hand, infiltration at daytime would be as immediate as it gets. Waiting for the sun to set may already be too late. This made things harder on him as there were no shadows to hide under. There were no darkness to cloak him from the eyes of guards, but once he made it inside that castle-like structure, none of that would matter anymore.
Gliding through the sky, there was a bat aloft beyond what any buildings could reach. The cool breeze gave him a rushing lift while blowing relentlessly against the masked face. From afar where all details became obscure, anyone who even bothered looking over their heads would likely mistake him as a bird, especially if bats were well known for being nocturnal.
Diving over the great stoned walls, the little critter clung onto a side wall of a tower with the claws on his wings and his hind clawed feet. Slowly, the tiny little mammal climbed up like a lizard, with the margins between each stone brick acting as the best place grip against. Aiming towards the closest window in sight, the cliché infiltration entrance this time wasn’t carelessly open for any stranger to crawl inside. The design of the frame was a rectangular with a curved upper boundary; the sheet of glass would hinge outwards on two sides like a pair of adjacent door. From below, a single claw of his wings -which was equivalent to his thumb anatomically- hooked into the delicately thin, vertical gap, and with a gentle scraping pull, the frame swung slightly outwards by an almost unnoticeable amount. Through the glass, a light blue curtain shielded his vision on what type of room he was about to trespass.
Crawling through the widened gap that he eventually opened, his small framed figure officially entered into the interiors of the base. Hidden behind the curtains, Pluto pounced onto the floor with his weight so light that there was barely even a tap. Vampire bats were conveniently capable of being able to jump, gallop, and climb unlike all the other types of bats; they had to as they fed upon the blood of their preys at ground level.
Without even needing to see, his largely proportional, cup-shaped ears –the cat-like feature that Rebecca makes fun of him of- were able to detect the presence of a human. Given his tremendous hearing range, he can pick up the subtle ultrasonic components that make up the breaths of many lifeforms. Through this little tactic, one can distinguish the species of the prey as each individual had a different signature. If that wasn’t enough, there were fluttering of papers heard over by the desk, and as his eyes dared to peek out to view the room entirely, it can be assumed that this was an office of some sort. The man dressed in the standard white uniform must be looking over some profiles or documents, stuff that the intruder had no interest whatsoever.
The door to exit this room -located on the opposite side- was closed shut. There weren’t any little tricks that he knew of to open that door manually without getting caught. For now, he should lay low and play the waiting game as the Zoan-user sought for an opportunity.