Post by BlacKitten on Jul 11, 2015 17:30:32 GMT -5
Several minutes passed by both swiftly and sluggishly. It felt like anyone could approach his hiding spot at any one of those moment where he heard footsteps that often ended up on a different route. The bruises on his body wasn’t going to vanish any time soon, so no matter how long he rested with his eyes closed, the amount of time needed to recovery wouldn’t be enough. Energy was precious and must be conserved. Even in his fight against the commander, he had wasted too much of it. Had he utilized his Devil Fruit form sooner, it may or may not end sooner. Using it too early would waste his element of surprise and give the opponent time to adapt. Commander Takon Yuudou, that man was certainly one of a kind with a fighting style that deviated from the norm as a consequence of relying Tekkai to do the defending for him. A dragged out fight seemed practically inevitable against someone like him.
A timbre could be heard two floors below around the region of the basement. That same voice again, Daiyuu seemed to have retraced her steps somewhat back to the prison cell. Why would she do that? There seemed to be a speech going on considering she hadn’t stopped talking yet. Listening in on the words for comprehension required a bit of mental effort, but honing in with his cup-shaped ears, he tried to make out at least what that woman was intended, not so much on the meaning. A cliché rant on justice, marines, and World Government, nothing new about that. It would seem that she was trying to persuade the prisoners to be on her side by making them believe that they all had hidden potentials and strength to change the world or something.
After eavesdropping for a while, the anticipation became crystal clear on what would occur next. Mm… she’s trying to cause a riot. Trying to keep the marines busy, huh? I guess I can’t complain about this strategy, not a bad move at all. Raising the morals of those people would indeed multiply their strength in combat. All the soldiers would have is the strength of one’s duty which wasn’t as strong a moral purpose. Now then…
Pressing a hand against the wall, Pluto rose himself up to his feet to a stand. These ears of his had been quite useful in getting a vague sense on what was happening around him, but he could only understand the big picture. Focusing too long on the tiny details would distract him from the sounds that were occurring elsewhere.
Exactly what have I accomplished today? I guess I’m now a little bit more experienced after fighting that commander. I get stronger after each battle, even if that increase in strength isn’t always apparent. This is a bit unlike me. I’m usually the cautious type, but my curiosity on Devil Fruits got the better of me. Who would have thought that I would infiltrate a place like this? I guess I don’t expect much of a gain either ways. After all, I can’t eat the fruit, and selling it for money doesn’t matter to me all that much. I’m already rich enough. I guess… I just want to know just what kind of awesome powers that fruit grants.
Stepping out of the broken wall, the giant whole on the wall opposite from his side seemed to be beckoning him to leave. That giant hole was an exit out of here, one that only he could utilize due to his ability to fly. Any other person would have to worry about the guards stationed outside. Stepping closer to the edge, his entire form shrunk down into a bat; his wings expanded outwards as soon as his feet leapt off the ledge. Air naturally resisted his fall, parachuting him in a silent glide. Blending in with the night sky, Pluto left the scene, ascending towards the heaven to the point where no mortal eyes can sense him in any way.
The docks were a long way ahead of him, but flying was definitely for efficient than getting there on foot. He couldn’t help but feel that all that he had done was causing trouble. Thinking back, the question had to be asked: what did he do wrong? It seemed to be all Daiyuu’s fault in every single turn. She failed in the art of disguise. She attacked a commander after that. She kept on ruining his sense of concentration with that disgusting manner of speaking. All that led him to fight a very tedious opponent, and now that a riot was about to storm within the base, he wanted out of there. No more! He wasn’t just going to stick around and get involved with all the chaos. Unlike those criminals, he had no intention of being a wanted criminal. There were enough assassins after him. Getting the military to be after him would only be counterproductive to his goal of protecting his little sister.