Uncovering the Truth: Revo's in the Net.

[The Shimmering Banana]

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This thread contains spoilers for the following characters; Kyou, Erwyn Palmer, Gale Panchito and Otto Saix. If you wish to read their stories in order please waite until the thread Monkey Business: Bounty Hunter Guild is complete.

Days had passed since Kyou, Erwyn and their new friend Gale had parted ways from Otto. All three equipped with new baby den den mushi's courtesy of their new "leader", which was named so by himself. Either way now they could be considered a real bounty hunting organization. Having rescued, Marcus Isngol, a vital member of the McKay clan by means of destroying the Fish man crew that called themselves Fish Men Forever. Otto's claim to fame was secure well at least here on Pikt now being known on every islet as a brave warrior. It was nice being known for great thing and now it was about time to set sail and be known across the vast sea for the same thing. Yet one thing had bothered the afro headed boy since the day the bunch rescued Marcus.

The men who captured Marcus were for lack of better words IDIOTS. It was true they were bright enough to get Otto and his crew to help them without their knowledge but the whole plan was too smart for them. I mean anyone could trick Otto with the promise of either money,fame or bananas. Perhaps not in that order depending on how hungry he was. "So who set this up?" he says to himself as he sits at the cherry wood desk that sat in the corner of the room.In his posision a book he had made himself containing all the most resent wanted posters, resent with the exception of three Fish-Men that had recently been caught. The boy smirking as he stared down the pictures thinking Man someone should make a real magazine like this with little notes.

He had run into these guys before having taken over an entire city at that point. But who lured them all the way to the north blue with promises of a Fish-Man brethren who was also a master woodworker? Otto knew that before he went out to sea he had to make sure his home would be safe. Not just for the citizens that lived in different clans across the island but for his own family. The adopted family of blue gorillas that he would leave behind with the help of a new student of the Dojo. Otto's one time opponent, having wanted a chance to turn his life around from a life of crime, Ethan Reaver.

The man a pawn in a plot by the Assassins Guild to kill a Clan Head making it look like another clans assassination attempt. After being defeated Ethan traded valued information for an early release with an even larger catch. He must work train and live at the Dojo under Otto's supervision. His sentence ending in another three days plenty of time for Otto to figure out this mystery without involving him. Who knows what could go wrong trying to sneak around with an ex-con.

The young boy shaking his head vigorously letting those thoughts exit his mind. People are people, there's no right or wrong, and who are you to judge him? He thinks to himself his new way of thinking making it easier to do certain task as required by his job. At times it was necessary to do not so legal activities in order to achieve a noble cause. Then again who was Otto to say what was noble or not. His mind wandered with random thoughts the entire night as he remained in his room since dinner till now. The clock reading 3:18 am as the young man drew a red X over the Fish-Man crew's posters writing a small note at the bottom of the posters. Who caught them, Where and When.

The morning sun crept up from the other half of the world just a few hours later. The entire island beginning to rise for the next day, Otto and his estranged family being no different. Even with only a few hours of sleep Otto popping up as the sunlight broke through his window. Waking with a new mission the young man picked at the back and sides of his head with his fingers as he did every morning, slightly puffing of his flattened afro. Tiny pieces of dead hair falling over his bed a he sat and made himself presentable, reaching over to his nightstand retrieving a green t-shirt with a black logo resembling a pine tree with a circle around it. All right I'm good to go he thinks as he raises to his feet and heads out to the kitchen. The sight of three blue gorillas nothing new as the brothers were usually up a bit before Otto and Big Blue their mother was always up at first light.

What was surprising was the large mother over the stove making what smelled like french toast. Not only had she made breakfast, it was a human one, making it clear to see the even she had picked up on human tendencies. Perhaps a good thing considering that soon they would be watching over their new house guest. Otto ran towards the table stuffing a napkin into the collar of his shirt he was ready to start this day but more importantly he was ready to eat.

[Enel]

Even though the morning had begun and the sun was up Yukari wasn't. Surprising seeing as she has never left Stetson before, and being the sort of person Yukari is it's a wonder she wasn't sitting up in bed with a gun held up under the covers at the door as she waited to take out any shadow to step into her moonlit quarters until dawn's first light. It was actually the opposite for Yukari, she was so happy just to be sleeping in a bed with a roof over her head that she had fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow, and had a peaceful sleep free of nightmares. This was a luxury Yukari did not have often, but once she finally agreed to help out in the revolution she didn't have to sleep outside in Steton's post-apocalyptic city ruins overgrown with foliage. The covers were over her head so the sun didn't bother her photo sensitive eyes and wake her. She was enjoying the remnants of a good night sleep when she heard a knock on her door which immediately caused her to sit up and open her eyes out of instinct from countless instances of being ambushed at night. The second her large red eyes opened they shut again from the bright morning shut sending a burning sensation to her eye sockets, a sensation to which she whimpered and groaned lightly protest. Almost instinctively she had grabbed her jet black revolver from under her pillow and it was in her hand the moment she sat up. Upon sitting up she had fired the revolver at the wooden door, the sound of the bullet casing hitting the wood floor was all that heard besides the startled shriek of a woman.

"Yukari! it's just me, don't shoot!"

Yukari put a smug grin on her face in relief and twirled her revolver in her hand. Before replying:

"Sorry... I don't know anyone named don't shoot. Think you got the wrong room, yeah?"

As she very slowly weaned her sensitive eyes off the dark, raising her eyelids ever so gradually until they adjusted. She stretched out her arms and began to yawn deeply when about mid way through the yawn she heard sounds of people complaining that she had woke them up again, and then her yawn turned into giggling.

"Lieutenant has you scheduled for the reconnaissance mission today."

Yukari frowned slightly, as though those words ruined her entire day. This was getting old to her before it was new. Yukari never was a fan of being told what to do and although this mission excited her because she gets to see a new place, the idea that some guy she just met was getting his kicks from telling her to do it was not. Which is just how Yukari saw the situation. She just simply couldn't argue with the free bed though, Yukari would literally have killed for a bed like this every night. The room was nothing more than average. She had a bed, a small closet, a vanity, and a nightstand with a lamp on it. All these things most people take for granted, but for a 15 year old homeless and orphaned drifter it was a luxury like none she had ever had before. Not even when she was still at the orphanage did she ever have her own room, sometimes not even her own bed. She got out of the covers and into her boots, which she immediately began lacing up.  

"Perhaps you would sleep better if you had some pajamas Yukari."

She turned her head towards the voice that had just entered her room. It was one of the recruiters that was on Stetson the day Yukari finally agreed to join. A younger lady named Alisa, probably a few years older than Yukari. She was dressed in long camo cargo shorts with a simple white top. She has short brown hair and seems to have taken a liking to Yukari. Yukari grinned and then returned to focusing on lacing up her boots.

"Don't need no pajamas." Yukari said as she grabbed a hairband from her pocket and began putting her hair into low twin tails.

"Of course you don't ehehe."

"Heh."

Yukari begins forming her second twin tail while Alisa spoke.

"So are you nervous about being out there? I hear this place Isn't much like Stetson"

Yukari finally finished doing her hair and turned to face Alisa.

"Pft please... Stetson was never a home to me... Just bad memories."

"I see"

She then took a hair brush out of one of the drawers and began to brush each of the twin tails, returning them to being naturally straight as opposed to being frilled, or having split ends, or appearing ruffled, general complications when dealing with bed head. Her bangs seemed to take well to their nightly discipline this time around as she had no struggle adjusting them to her liking. Despite her personality and way she carries herself compared to other girls from Stetson, Yukari is pretty girly when it comes to dealing with her hair. It simply must be precise, and the strand of hair she doesn't dye must always go down the middle of her face and stay before she can look away from a mirror.

"Wait, your hair can't be naturally black... Can it?"

"Nah, It's as white as the rest of me... Doesn't mean I can't dye it though, yeah?"

Alisa giggles.

"Guess not. Looks good that way." 

"Well thanks."

"Yup."

After spending all that time messing with her hair Yukari stands up, takes her hat off the edge of the mirror, and places it on her head, slightly adjusting the position of the brim to her liking.

Then she carefully fastens her long red scarf around her neck. After her scarf was on her stomach growled loudly and she looked down towards it and then she looked right at Alisa.

"I'm so hungry I could literally eat you."

For an odd reason this statement caused Alisa to blush slightly.

"If we hurry we could probably make it in time to get breakfast." 

"Man... These people even make something as simple as breakfast into work, yeah?"

"I'm sure they have their reasons..." 

The two girls both left Yukari's room after Yukari fully loaded her guns and filled her belt compartments with ammunition, put her knife on her belt, and shamelessly returned her beloved teddy bear from the bed to it's trademark place, in her right pocket with it's arms and head poking out. Yukari actually was eager to get this thing started. The idea that this entire island has yet to fall victim to all her cons, cheats, and pranks makes her almost want to laugh at the things she hasn't even done yet. Although barely interested currently in the thing she was here to do in the first place, a part her is curious though as what could be going on.

[The Shimmering Banana]

1..2..3..4..5..

The boys arms bent at the elbows as his chest lowered towards the ground. His chin almost touching the padded ground before his arms extended rausing his body back up. With his stomach full from a hearty breakfast prepared by his new mother Otto began his day as he has been for the past few months. Burning off his morning meal with his morning training regiment. Starting with twenty laps around the Dojo, what Otto measured out to be about five miles, followed by 500 sit ups and ending in 500 push ups. A good way to start his day a mere warm up compared to his afternoon session with "The Blues Brother".

497..498..499..500

The afro headed young man leaps up from the floor both feet landing on the ground slightly sinking into the gym mats. He raises his arms high into the air stretching his limbs one final time before exiting the training area. Then drops his head down and slowly rotates it around cracking the bones as it circles back around.

"Ahh that feels good" he says shaking his arms loose lightly shadow boxing on his way out.

Above all else it was an ordinary day for the new family. The brothers took there after breakfast nap as usual as Otto trained, there mother doing her own morning training a stroll through the dense forest that almost completely surrounded the dojo. All was good then what was this feeling that Otto couldn't shake. A feeling as if something was still left unfinished. It had to be his last mission still on his mind even after a good night's sleep and an even better morning. He had to figure out who was really behind this kidnapping and what their real motives were. He rushed back into his room and began to prepare his backpack if he was going to go snooping in the city he figured it was better to just stay at a local in instead of wasting time walking back and forth each day. He opens up his dresser packing two pairs of underwear and socks, two extra t shirts and an extra pair of jeans. Along with his clothes he places about ten feet of nylon rope and his self made wanted magazine. With his bag packed it was time to hit the road first going into the other room to tell the others he'll be heading out for a few days.

With his goodbyes in order it was time to make his way to ABUNDEEN.

[Enel]

"Nope, forget it. I don't need no help." Yukari said as she ran a cloth through her black revolver. With eat wipe the gun became shinier. She had finished her breakfast which she was just barely able to obtain because as always Yukari overslept, and that just wasn't tolerated in this particular branch of the revolution apparently. She now sat in at a desk in the lieutenant's study with the chair leaned far back towards wall and her legs crossed and on the table, the heel of her boots just barely was able to rest upon the surface of the desk. The shade from the brim of her hat almost completely hid her crimson eyes due to the only lighting being from a single candle. The rest of the room was dark. Furniture was moved in front of the windows and there were people stationed around the cabin to prevent anyone from spying. Yukari found this funny because she would bet on her life that somehow she could still extract information had she not been involved.

"What the-? Do you think this is a game or something?! People are disappearing! Men, woman, children! And how many times must I tell you to keep your boots off my desk?" The lieutenant still had much to learn about how things worked when dealing with Yukari. He reached for her feet in frustration to force her boots off his desk. Yukari didn't even flinch, she just continued to perform maintenance on her revolvers. Her fingers worked quickly to place the bullets inside.

"I know your not trying to touch my boots old man." Her voice was as casual and her tone as familiar as ever. She spoke to him as though she knew him for years. The Lieutenant drew back his hand, but stared at her boots on his desk in frustration as though it was causing him a fair deal of stress. 

"Listen... You want me to gather information for you and all your little freedom fighter buddies, yeah? Then you have to step aside and let a girl work." The gun made a clicking sound as she smacked the cylinder back into place and spun it with her thumb. She then brought her legs down from the table displaying her flexibility without realizing by lifting her legs straight into the air before her feet hit the floor, she leaned in real close and put her elbows on the desk while scooting the chair closer. She lifted the brim of her hat slightly with the barrel of her gun revealing her large red eyes.

"Have you even ever been outside Stetson before? The world is a different place out here, the rules are different Yukari. Marines will not hesitate to target anyone who seeks foil their plans."

The lieutenant tried to build up to a point leading to one last attempt to persuade her not to go it alone, but interrupted him.

"Don't be worryin about me I'm a big girl and I don't need no daddy. I'll get you your information. It's what I do best. It's why you hired me, yeah?" Yukari grinned slightly and shook her head.

"It still doesn't feel right to me to send a child out on a recon mission by herself. You realize if you don't return I'll be ruined right?

"Reckon that's your problem, but don't go getting all worried, yeah? I've been going it alone since the day I was born, works better that way trust me." Yukari stood up and returned her revolver to its holster and walked right out the front door.

The people didn't know quite what to make of her, but the lieutenant trusted what he heard enough to leave her to her own devices. So starts Yukari's first job outside Stetson, it would be simple enough really. All she had to do was look into some mysterious disappearances and report back to collect her pay. Its nothing she hadn't done before only this time she wasn't the one making people disappear, she was playing a new role now. Ironically she wasn't to happy about the fact she was basically paid to stick her nose in someone else's business, but since it could be the marines she's tracking she quickly shrugged off that feeling.

"Same game, new conditions." She thought as she started down the road away from the revo camp. She had years of experience in dealing with the underworld. She may be young, but her specialty besides waving the guns at her hips around was getting information. In a way she was excited, she didn't really care whether the disappearances were marine related or not, it could be aliens for all she cared. As she walked she took a moment to take in her surroundings, this was different from Stetson. She felt as though she could almost let her guard down a little and relax here... Almost, but that is just not who she is. She was far to use to being attacked, or chased by some kind of maniac or goon that crawled out of Stetson's criminal underworld with the intentions of causing trouble. This place didn't constantly give off the feeling of unease though rather, it seemed almost normal. Yukari was certain now, surely this was normal. How things were suppose to be. She stopped on the side of the dirt road and took her bag off, dropping it onto the ground and opening it. She retrieved a map of the island provided by the lieutenant as well as a compass from the bag and unfolded the map to study its contents. She probably should have done this immediately before starting, but whatever. After studying the map for a considerable length of time she folded it neatly and shoved it into her bag before slinging it over her shoulder and continuing down the path, placing her compass in her pocket.

"They better have bars on this island I need my gambling fix... and a shot of whiskey."

[The Shimmering Banana]

The city was just as marvelous as he'd remembered great feats of wooden design around every corner. The building's themselves mostly made of either logs or seeming to be fashioned from hollowed out trees. Theses were truly skilled folk that roamed the streets of Abundeen. It was there great hands that built the great city and all the wooden products that roam the world today. So the question arises once more. Why would someone attempt to kidnap a key member of this specific clan?

It was true that the entirety of Pikt Archipelago was divided into five major clans that were constantly squabbling for control. But it had been years more like decades since an attack against another clan occurred.

Deep in the depth of Pikt there was a dark place. Once used for good, an abandoned temple made to honor the Lyneelian God Mathrim. Now almost completely abandoned as most believer have died off and now believe in a new belief system. A darkness crept through the cathedral as a million half melted candles sat along the walls their flames long extinguished now left as trashy decoration. The only light coming in from a hole in the ceiling allowing the dust particles to be seen by the naked eye. That same light shining on an even greater darkness. An "evil" cult on this island known as the Druids of Ciocal, an organization establish long ago working to bring Pikt back to its former glory.

It was in this holy place that three of its member met on this day. In the middle of the sun's rays creeping in through the ceiling stood three figures of various size. All of which dressed in all black hooded robes. Each with a different color tassel tied around their waist. The largest of the three figures, his tassel being brown, spoke out first. "Our plans have been foiled again great one." he says towards the smallest being wearing a purple tassel. "It seems as if this new bounty hunter, Otto Saix, has been helping the other clans." he continued. The last figure, his robe tied with a black and white tassel, jumping into the conversation "Hunter... What a joke. We'll show him what a real hunter is capable of". Their goal was clear complete destruction of the five clans leaving them in charge of Pikt to be run how they want. The only problem was the heads of each clan with their constant bickering. Their plans had seemed to be working stealing clan artefacts and framing members of other clans to ignite their hatred for one another. Now we're coming to a standstill as their last three plots were foiled by Otto and his group of bounty hunters. It was clear to the Druids that the monkey man had to be stopped if they were to ever overthrow the current government.

"Hmm. Don't take the boy so lightly" says the man with the purple tassel. "He has already earned the respect of three of the five clans." he says as he raises to his feet from the wooden seats that were placed in the light. "We need a plan to dispose of him and one we can use to our advantage against the clans". The largest of the trio stands to his feet walking away into the darkness of the cathedral "you just leave that to me". The other two ominous men remaining to discuss the situation at hand. "Your friend is very rambunctious thinking he can just pummel his enemy. Men of power always seek more power are you sure we can trust him?" states the man with the black and white tassel. The man in the purple tassel following his muscles lead and disappearing into the darkness simply replying "you leave him to me".

Otto walked down the sidewalk which was made off wood of course. Making the entire town seem like a boardwalk fitting for a town of such great shipwrights. He would have to return to the place where all the commotion went down the McKay ship yard. The largest producers of ships to the North Blue and lumber to the rest of the clans. And the creators behind Otto’s very own ship The Saru. Hopefully his long time friend Arnold would be there, being one of the head shipwrights. Perhaps he had gathered his own information since they last encountered each other. It was an attack on his clan after all and if he knew Arnold he would want to find out who did this. The shipyard was as busy as the day he picked up his ship and every other day for that matter. Men and woman hard at work carrying wooden beams back and forth others assembling ships on land atop large stands. The water just as busy with people coming and going on their new and old ships. Some coming in for repairs and others purchasing new ships. Even a marine ship or two could be seen by the hunter as he walked passed. “Must be here to check on Pete word of Marcus’s attack must be world wide by now” he says to himself as he walks up to a group of workers.

“Excuses me” he calls out waving to the bunch on break. The smell of their tuna sandwiches tickling the boy's nose. “Hi, I'm looking for Arnold.. Arnold Stark. About my height arms down to here” he says crouching over letting his hands drag on the ground mocking his long armed friend. A woman chuckling as Otto made fun of her superior smiling as she replied “heh! He's in the estate the marines are here to question everyone about the attack. There taking it pretty seriously, they even called in the BEAR CAVALRY” his eyes widening as the cavalry were only called to aid the Buchanan Clan or in major tragedies around Pikt. “Thank you” he says for the helpful information as he takes his leave towards the McKay estate a glorious mansion in the back of the shipyard. Placed there so the greedy old timer could keep an eye on all his stuff.

[Enel]

"So this is AUBUNDEEN yeah? What's so special 'bout this place? "  Yukari said to nobody in particular.

She quickly glanced over her mission again in her head before passing into the town. She loved the sound her boots made as they stepped onto the giant gang plank that apparantly passed as sidewalks here. The place didn't look much different from one of the small makeshift towns that formed on Stetson's corpse, but she had to admit the woodwork here was quite fancy. This was the place where the Bear Calvary that according to the lieutenant, were the local hotshots are suppose to meet up today. Her mission was simple, all she had to do was find where they would be at, find a good hiding place, and listen on there conversations. Maybe if she was lucky she would end up finding out everything she needed to know today and be able to report back the next day. Yukari saw this situation to be an in-out experience that is to say, she didn't expect anything to difficult to happen. Nothing she couldn't handle at least. 

As she walked down the wood sidewalk she glanced at all the things AUBUNDEEN had to offer. She saw just about every kind of place she could imagine (which wasn't much), but she didn't see a bar and this was beginning to make her irritable. Eventually though as she continued down the sidewalk she saw the tavern and phsically sighed in relief.

"Oh good. Here I thought this giant matchbox was just an impending fire hazard."

She walked inside the tavern only to find the entire place was nearly empty. This town was coming off as weird to Yukari. There was little to nobody in the streets and now what's even more bizarre to her is nobody is the bar. What was this place? She walked in and stood right in the middle of the bar, center of attention as always for not was she only underage, but she is clearly different from other people. Her crimson eyes scanned her surroundings briefly and at that moment she was in full control. The only people in the bar were the bartender, an old drunkard sitting in the corner, and some shady looking fellow sitting at the stool and everyone one of them had their eyes on Yukari.

"Hey Bartender, this a good place to bend an elbow?"

Her vocabulary must have confused him as he raised an eyebrow at her in question. She was getting nowhere fast with these people. Yukari had hoped there would have been more people around to chat with, but she will just have to squeeze what she can from these people. She signed impatiently and shook her head.

"Ugh... Just, get me a shot of whiskey yeah?"

The Baretender still could'nt quite figure her out it seemed. He just didn't know what to make of Yukari, he behaved as though he had never met someone quite like her before.

"Are you even old enough to drink?" the Bartender ask.

Yukari looked dumbfounded for a second before simply face palming and then rubbing her forehead with her right hand before readjusting her bangs and lifting her hat off head and letting go of it as it dropped behind her, stopping at the middle of her back as it now hung from the stampede attached to it which was around Yukari's neck.

"Awh wha-? Course I am, Ain't it clear?"

Yukari looked nothing like an adult. In fact, she barely looked 15. The Bartender just shook his head and grinned, clearly amused by her obvious lie. The other 2 men chuckled at her expense and she felt her blood boiling as an unexplainable rage was slowly building within her. She looked towards the guy sitting in the stool and her eyes narrowed. She reached for her revolvers, but remembered she wasn't on Stetson anymore and remembered what the lieutenant told her about adjusting to different rules. She instead made like she was putting her hat back on and did so, the shade provided by the brim concealing her eyes. Finally she just said:

"Find that funny do ya gramps?" 

The guy in the stool spun around to face her quickly after that. It seemed he had a few to many as well, but not nearly as bad as the guy in the corner who looked as though he were about to pass out. 

"So what if I do you little brat? Got something to say?"

Yukari had a sinister grin on her face now, she reached for her belt and took what appeared to just be brass knuckles from a loop and held up her right fist, squeezing her fingers into the holes. She then opened her fist and a good sized blade snapped out and opened towards the left side of her hand, the blade facing them.

"Hows about I show you something REALLY funny, yeah? Ever wonder what your face would look like after someone SKINNED it?!"

She was getting increasingly angry with each second. Yukari hated nothing more then when someone laughed at her, unless she was obviously trying to be funny. She came towards the guy slowly who was about to draw a fintlock when Yukari heard the door behind fly open and saw the white coats in the mirror behind the counter. She quickly concealed the blade and by doing so nearly sliced her finger off, the blade just missed it as it snapped closed. This made her even more angry as she immediately suspected someone had ratted her out. That is, until three marines ran right past her and apprehended the shady dude Yukari was antagonizing. He was just some criminal apparantly. But then they turned to the bartender and informed him that the marines were going to be questioning everyone about "the attack" and informed him to close his establishment as they would soon be questioning people at the McKay estate. while the marines never mentioned his name, it was apparent to Yukari that the man was considered important enough to question. Two marines hauled away the shady guy as he spit and cussed and carried on, claiming he didn't do anything. One marine walked up to Yukari and put a hand on her shoulder, she jumped and her blood went cold.

"This is no place for children... You go on home now ok?"

He then walked past her and exited the bar, the door closing behind him. The Bartender stared at her judgementally as though she were nothing more than a delinquent, saying nothing. With full confidence her enemy would be getting what was coming to him soon enough, she began to calm down and a cunning smile went across her face. as she rose the brim of her hat revealing her eyes as a brilliant scheme developed in her mind. She knew now what she was going to do and her plan involved the bartender. She grinned even wider as she quickly drew her black revolver and twirled it in her hand before holding the barrel up towards the ceiling. She glanced at her weapon briefly, admiring its shine before looking back at the bartender.

"So hey, grandpa... Let's take a walk, yeah?" 

The bartender raised his hands as she raised her revolver and pointed it right at his head.

"C'mon gramps I ain't got all day. I have an appointment at that there fancy estate. So why not be a gent an take me there?" 

The bartender attempted to leave the counter and go towards the front door when Yukari extended her arm halting his advanced.

"Are you daft? Doesn't this place have a back door? Use it old man." 

The bartender jumped and took a few steps back.

"B-back door... Ah y-yes the back door. What was I thinking? Of course."

Yukari just mocked him and dug her hands into his pocket, grabbing his key ring. As a theif she could tell which pocket specifically had "the good stuff" in it from simply listening. A lesson learned the hard way after many, many times of taking a good beating due to being caught because she tried picking the wrong pocket. She pressed the barrel of her revolver against the side of the bartender's face and notioned towards the back door. The back door lead into a sort of back alley, just as Yukari expected. She would use the bartender to get to the estate and go from there. She already a plan in mind.

[The Shimmering Banana]

*Knock knock Knock*

A loud thud echoed throughout the luxurious estate as Otto used the solid steel door knocker attached to a handcrafted mahogany door. A moment passing before the inpatient man knocked three more time slamming the knocker harder on the last thud. The door creaking open as a lanky gentleman dressed in a tuxedo with an obvious hair piece answered. “Ah Mr.Saix nice to see you again.” he says widening the entrance as he allows Otto to enter. “Wow!” he said as he walked into the two story wooden manor. The lobby was large and open with a chandelier that was made of branches from a golden oak tree. Small crystals made from the horns of crystal deer at the ends of each branch shimmering in the light through a massive moon roof. The floor even more amazing while still made of wood it was a composite wooden slabs made to resemble tile. Formed by both silver and golden oak giving a stone look to the ground.

As he walked through the manor, lead by Jeeves, Otto could see many painted pictures of previous generations of the clan. Some men some woman dressed in common clothes as they were working folk. Along with the painted legacy were depictions of famous ships created by them. The last two pictures at the end kd the hall being of Pete McKay in his younger days and the entire fishing fleet used by the McDonald clan. Even though it was just a tale that he created the entire fleet yet he did help in its construction. Also at the end of this hall was a double door “here you are Sir.” said the butler as he grabbed one of the doors knobs.

“Waite here I are where?” questioned the confused hunter as he had been blindly following the man through the estate. “Mr.McKay and the others are in the conference room, the honorable Captain Crooks is going over a few facts with everyone.” answered the skinny worker. He then opens the door announcing Otto as they entered the room.”Ahem… Presenting the new Master of the Nikko Dojo. Otto Saix.” he said as he widens the doorway as he did with the front door allowing “the new master” to enter. Otto walks in to see a large hexagonal wooden table with matching chairs at each side of the six sided table. At the side directly across from Otto sat Pete McKay, the head of this clan and one of the best shipwrights on the island. The average sized man with dark brown hair, his hair line receding, gazing back at the young man “Have a seat my boy, we're just about to begin”. An irry situation for Otto as it seemed as if everyone was expecting him.

Back at the dojo screams for help were left unheard to most as a delivery boy struggled to get loose from an old chair he had been tied to. The unexpected guest being held against his will by the pair of blue gorilla known as ‘The Blues Brothers’. They were not used to strangers coming to the dojo and took his startled entrance as a threat. Luckily for him the beast were in the process of being domesticated if not who knows what might have occurred. “Please I just have to deliver this letter to Mr.Saix then I'll be on my way”. The elder brother Elwood smacking the man as he spoke a dim light dangling overhead creating an ominous shadow over them. A note addressed to Otto hanging out of the boys coat pocket.

To his left sat the younger two apprentices, his granddaughter, Elizabeth McKay a beautiful young woman with large blue eyes wearing a tan jumpsuit and the victim Marcus Isngol a six armed fishman. To his right Otto's long time friend and a member of the long arm tribe Arnold Stalk. Otto nods towards his old friend as he walked to the seat next to Arnold and plopped down. In the last seat sat the only fugitive that had been giving them any sort of information. A sleazy looking man handcuffed to the chair by both wrist with a burlap sack placed over his head. It was the same man that hired Otto and his band of hunters to transport Marcus in the first place. Although Otto could not see his face he was sure that was him from his bony body type and a noticeable scar on his left forearm. Yeah that's him thought Otto as he stared at the struggling man in the chair before he was addressed by the pacing marine captain.

“So from the top James” said captain Crooks placing his hand on the prisoner's shoulder pushing him down in his seat making him calm down. “Who hired you to kidnap Marcus Isngol?” he asked as he squeezed the man's shoulder his fingers crushing the thin man. “Ahh!” screamed the man his head popping back hitting the headboard of the seat. “I.. I told you we didn't take him. We just had to drop him off.” he says attempting to place the blame on another unknown assailant.