Mathemagical Revenge! [Count Bounty]

[falken]

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“Oh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh!” Cant Riley Count The Fourth wailed in frustration. No, he was beyond frustrated to the point of infinity. The bulky man madly stomped on the deck of his ship, his sheer weight wobbled the helm of the vehicle from side to side. Words could not describe his deep feelings of madness. To say he was being impatient would be like round a hundredth number down to zero, a complete understatement. Words could not describe his deep feelings of madness.

Of course, it was not always this way. It began a few days ago when he had finally, after tolerantly waited for his bounty to come out. Cant killed hundreds of people; he should know, as he carved each death in roman numerals onto the wooden wall of his quarters; half was apparently too much to ask for. On the twelve day after he lead an all out rampage through the city, he finally gets his wish.

A bounty.

A bounty with six extravagant zeros.

A bounty with six zeros that he counted over and over again with his fingers and toes. What better way for a mathematician to be known than decorating himself with the essence of numbers? Oh, it was the life for him. Of course, what was a celebration without food and wine?

As a resident of East Blue, it took little consideration and thinking to decide their place of party. Baratie was the way to go of course. Everything went according to his equation. Well, everything was going according to the equation. They were having such a grand time until one of the chefs had the nerve to laugh at him; laugh at his magnificent grand total of eight million beri bounty! What an outrage! Baratie and Sanji Blackleg would pay dearly for this humiliation!

As he thought, his reign of distraction was not enough to satisfy his maddening heated heart; more was needed than just their exponential decay of sales. Yes, only the polynomial like flow of blood would be able to sooth his anger. Soon! Yes, soon! Soon the amount of chefs will be zero, like the magical never-ending number printed on his poster.

“Hee, e, e, e, e, e…,” the mad mathematician crackled, “Men! Tonight we will dine in Baratie! Not with them, but on them! Over them! Yes, we will subtract their numbers one by one like we will their supplies. It will be madness! Oh, no, no, no. It will be… CANT RILEY COUNT THE FOURTH, YOUR ACADEMIC DEMISE!

[kiarus]

The newcomer on deck....

Drake 'E ~ Kard' Mitibuki had arrived in the East Blue, Baratie. As always he stumbled onto the fairly large ship, and he went to the first place any traveler would think to go, the focal point of the ship, the main deck. Sigh, the center of attraction for all gossiping women and showboating men. A place where many bounties lay and various hunters gathered.

Ever since he took on this life long goal and spontaneous ambition he kept moving from place to place. In any case it had to be fulfilled and in order to do so he would have to make himself known. How you ask? Why by picking up bounty and by bringing some in.....Hypocritical no?

Drake walked along the decks and headed for the main deck. He walked on, his feet making a strong 'thump thump' sound. As if they were made of metal in themselves. Heavy and powerful. He wore black cargo jeans, a black T - Shirt, and a large black overcoat which he wore buttoned up to the top. Laying across his back in a diagonal fashion was his sword, Supeta - Tenka. Just one look at it and everyone already knew why he was here.

Going straight to the bounty board he skimmed over it seeing several. The usual Straw hat pirates of course, they're posters worn out and heavily in need of an update. Drake thought of going after them, though he wasn't ready....not yet. Not to say he shorthanded his skills but it just wasn't the time. Instead he lowered his head to a lesser bounty. One of a mere 8,000,000 bounty. Hmm....."Mr, Can't Count." Drake said in a low tone looking over the picture and description.

This bounty was nice and fresh, newly put up it seemed like this one was calling him. Lifting his hand to his chin and grazing it he tore the poster off the wall while making his way out. A few shifty eyes and silenced mouths growled as he walked away. It seemed they were all talk once you turned your back. Though Drake wasn't concerned with him, he was concerned with this bounty and he was out to find it. Nevertheless he had a feeling the bounty would come to him in due time...

Drake made his way along the decks to the back of the ship to enjoy the ocean breeze as he thought of a plan. Drake flash backed, his hands making there way into his pockets and taking out the wanted poster. He skimmed it, there was no way to tell when and where he'd come across this bounty. So he'd have to account for time, preparation, and also the crew that followed the man. He wasn't to worried about the crew though, it was the actual bounty he cared for.

This would take some time to think out, turning and sitting at the table in order to get some food.

[falken]

As Cant paced back and forth upon the deck of his ship, his abacus rattled with each step. His crew was about 20 men strong, each of them harder than Chinese algebra. Of course, he himself, the brains of the group, was more outrageous than a number divided by zero; more twisted than polynomial functions on math-ylamphetamine. Ah, good thing he didn’t say that out loud, or he would have bit himself in the process. The large man nodded to himself; he was so much more suited for written work instead. Perhaps he would have been an accountant if he wasn’t already a pirate. Again, more nods to nobody but himself.

“Captain Count, your most mathemagical majesty,” Cossy Triggy greeted. Cossy was the youngest brother of his most valuable bodyguards: The Triggy Trio. Oh yes, they were a most fearsome group; no to mention their incredibly catchy team name.

Sinny Triggy agreed, “Our preparations have summed up to the values of your equation, sir.”

“Shall we begin to divide and conquer,” questioned Tanny Triggy, “Or will we multiply their losses?”

Oh, what obedient men. Any other man would have trouble executing these three to their full use and potential. However, the plan to attack Baratie was more complicated than one imagined. Months ago, the chefs of the restaurant with the help of an unknown force, whom he personally suspected to be one of the Straw-hats, easily defeated Don Krieg. There was a possibly of something they would use to counter against his attack.

“Hee, e, e, e,e…” What was he thinking? Was he mad? Why should he care? These were chefs for crying out loud! Yes, it would be more reasonable to charge in and take hostages. Such a high classed restaurant was sure to provide him with some valuable gains. “I’ve decided. We shall go full speed again! Ram into their ship and take them by surprise!”

The men roared together in unison as their ship, Algebra-Kadabr, slammed full force into the side of the Baratie. Screams of confusion could be heard inside as his crew jumped onto the wooden deck. “Leave no survivors,” Cant snarled, “Revenge is ours! The hunt is on!”

[kiarus]

Nearly falling out of his chair, Drake regained himself. Placing his right hand on the ground and the other on the edge of the table he caught himself. "What the hell was that?" He inquired, something was amok. Drake got up and turned around looking at the chaotic situation that was unfolding. To his surprise the word spread fast, pirates and destruction.

Drake stood to his full height looking around. He stuck his hand, which was encased in a metallic gauntlet, out of his long black cloak. It covered his whole body expertly, being overly baggy not a detail about what was inside could be assessed. The only thing that showed was a long handle that stuck up through the back of the coat. It was glazed in jewels and rubies, one could only expect the rest of the sword to be just as extravagant.

He moved, walked along the deck in the direction where the people were running. He peeked around the corner looking toward the front of the ship, it seemed a few pirates were around that corner. Not only that but he could see the massive sails from above the wall he was behind. This was one large crew indeed. He decided the best thing to do would be to...hmm..Play the defensive. Take out a few of their numbers and fight them back to their ship and then well..Blow it up.

Drake reached back into his cloak and fished around his person and pulled out three flash bombs in one hand. In the other he pulled out five kunai with explosive tags wrapped around them. Yeah this dulled their cutting power but oh well they were meant to go Boom!! He held one on each finger, sticking them through the hole in the end of the Kunai. Now....Time to begin..

Drake threw over his head toward the other side of the ship the three flash bombs. When they would land on the ground their detonate and explode with a great blinding light to blind everyone on that side. Then following them only seconds later would be the rain of the five Kunai. All landing meters apart to get the widest area of damage.

Drake would say with a short smirk, "Katsu" And with that the explosive tags would detonate on the other side causing 5 large explosive to follow only seconds after the flash bangs went off. Hopefully this would wipe out a good deal of their crew so Drake could handle the big fish....