Blood Red Tears! Ray the Mermaid Appears!

[Fox]

“Alright, nobody move!” called a grungy looking pirate holding two flintlock pistols. They were pointed at a crowd of extremely well dressed people. Women in evening gowns adorned with jewelry. Men in sharp looking suits and tuxedos. All of them with the same expression of fear on their faces. Two men worked their way to the front of the crowd. The security workers of the Fountain. They were also sharply dressed. The pirate fired at them without a moment’s hesitation. One of them dropped to the floor with a thud. The other froze.

“I said nobody move,” the pirate growled. He gave them a hard look over before tossing his head back to the ship behind him.

“It’s all clear, Captain Moody!”

With that, a large figure crashed onto the smooth pavement of the Fountain’s docks. An enormously tall woman with hot pink and neon blue hair stood up straight, toting a log that vaguely resembled a club with metal spikes sticking out of it. She towered over the crowd as she looked them over. More security forces rushed out to greet them from inside of the Fountain.

With a single swing of her club, Moody gored several and tossed a whole line of them into the water. More of the crewmates poured down from the boat with huge empty burlap sacks.

“You’re gonna put anything valuable into these bags here, okay?” Moody chirped happily, gesturing all around shyly like a little schoolgirl. “If you don’t...I’ll get so upset!”

“Captain, you want their clothes too? Might be worth a pretty Beri.”

“Oh my! What do I look like?” Moody squeaked innocently. Swinging her club with incredible swiftness, she smacked him on his jaw and sent him flying skyward. “A PERV?!”

“No, you dipshits! Get me pearls! Gold! Silver! Beri! Precious gems!” Moody snapped in a husky, low growl. “Move! NOW!”

Frozen in terror, her men stared at her. The one she’d sent flying earlier crashed down onto the pavement facefirst with a loud wet smack. Spurred into action by the sound, the men scattered into the crowd and began their collection. Some went inside the large glass dome of the Fountain’s theatre.

“Looks kinda stuffy here,” said a new voice from behind Moody.

“Yeah, well, we ain’t here to be entertained. Move your ass…” Moody paused, realizing that she didn’t recognize that voice. She turned to see a red haired woman with her chin resting lightly on the docks. “You’re not one of my idiots…”

“Nope,” Ray replied flatly, hopping up onto the dock. “Definitely not a stupid human.” She flicked her mermaid tail lightly.

“That’s not very nice…” Moody sighed, her whole demeanor shifting once again to being glum. Despite that, her club whipped around with frightening speed to crush this mermaid. Moody wouldn’t kill it. Mermaids were worth their weight in gold! What a score!

Ray dove off the edge just as the club impacted where she’d been, splintering as it cracked against the corner of the dock. Sliding her hands down the spines on her hip, she gathered up her venom and burst out of the water, hurling it at the huge human.

“Venom dart!”

It struck her right in her chest, piercing into her. Good. Ray smiled. This was already half over. Moody didn’t seem to notice it at first, but soon hissed and put her hand over where the venom struck. The burning sensation had already begun. She was a bit of a large human, so it might take more than one to do it. Ray sent a volley of water darts out one after the other.

Moody blocked the majority with her club, hissing a string of profanities. She retreated a bit. Damn fish. If she wanted Moody, she was going to have to come and get her. Then Moody would be the one with the home field advantage. Leaning on her club, she grit her teeth. What had that fish hit her with? She was feeling woozy.

Ray scowled beneath the surface of the waves. Typical human. Hiding on dry land. Well, the seafolk were the superior species. As much as she envied her brothers’ ability to walk on land, she’d get there soon herself. For now, she would just have to improvise. Diving down deep, she prepared herself, gathering more venom on her fingertips. Defeat the captain and the rest would fall into line. Easy.

Dashing up, Ray shot out of the water in an arc. She soared into the sky and descended on the weakened human captain who had only just now noticed her attack. Too little too late. Ray stabbed her fingers into the wound she’d made before, infecting even more venom into this behemoth’s body. The next jabbed into her chest just below the rib cage, targeting the diaphragm. It punctured it easily. Even without her venom sharpening her strikes, this might be enough to kill an ordinary person.

Ray plopped to the ground after her momentum died. Moody’s eyes bulged out of her head as she brought her club up. Dammit! Ray felt a chill go down her spine. Was it not enough?! She’s pumped so much venom into this human! Why wasn’t she going down? Her mobility was limited on land. Maybe she didn’t think this one through all the way. Swiping her hands over her scales, she swiftly readied a desperate volley of water darts. However, as Moody lifted the club into the air, she collapsed backwards and crashed into the pavement. Ray stared at her for a moment, heaving an inward sigh of relief.

“Captain!!”

Moody’s men rushed around, setting Ray back on edge. She fired off water dart after water dart at them, blasting them back as they approached. Yeah. This was easy. Humans were weak. She was fine. Yeah. Ray smirked as the last pirate fell.

A cheer went up amongst the crowd. Ray jerked and tensed as they started to crowd in around her. Dammit! Was she being mobbed? She was low on venom and the water on her scales wasn’t enough to form a water dart. No! She didn’t want to go back! As she was about to panic, several men in black suits interposed themselves between the crowd and her, holding them back. They made an opening for an old hag to walk through. Ray bristled at her approach.

“What do you want?!” She barked.

“To thank you, dear.”

~~~ Three Days Later ~~~

Up on one of the balconies lining the central theatre of the Fountain, Ray sat in a wheelchair with a blanket covering her tail. Beside her, a stooge acted as her butler. One of the security guys. The hag who was apparently the owner of the place assigned him to her. She’d also given Ray special treatment. They had really rolled out the red carpet. Ray wasn’t too sure how to take it. Well, it was only natural that humans served her but it felt a little weird.

When the Marines came by to pick up the pirates, they’d hidden Ray away, but she figured that wouldn’t last too much longer. People talk. It was only a matter of time till someone came looking. She had a bounty on her head after all.

Grabbing another handful of caviar from the tray that her stooge was holding out, she crammed it into her mouth with a sigh. The salty taste was nice. She even enjoyed the crunch of it all. Something about this...whole place made her enjoy it less. Even though she’d taken it as her own in her mind...maybe it was time to do that in reality.

She hated the overwhelming wealth and poshness of the humans here. It wasn’t fair. Back on Fishman Island...in the Fishman District...it was just crap. Crap, crap and more crap. Why? Why did humans get to stand in the light? This was Sabaody all over again. Her grip tightened on the arm of her wheelchair. This...this sucked. It wasn’t fair...

“Dammit…”

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sneaky

[sneaky]

Templeton's ship docked he tossed a small bundle of beri to the Captain of the ship he had been on the man grabbed the money and counted it after seeing it was the correct amount he gave Templeton a grunt. Templeton shook his head and got off the boat onto the docks that bundle of a thousand Beri was all he had left of his last bounty... now he needed to replenish if he wanted to eat. "Damn it!" Templeton knew he shouldn't of blown more then half his cash on inventing his Vermin Blaster. Speaking of cash he needed to put his new weapon to use... He picked three wanted posters on a nearby wall... one for a large looking lady called Moody with Pink and Blue hair... 8,000,000 Beri a big red X was covering her face she had been taken in three days ago. Templeton crumbled that one up and tossed it in a nearby trash can. He looked at the next poster Red Roger a man with red hair was the second poster he had... the guy's face was covered in scars, he had a real intimidating look his bounty... 10,000,000 Beri he shook his head no way he was ready to deal with someone that strong! Templeton flipped to the next bounty a Mermaid... Spine Devil Hanabi Raion with a 5,000,000 Beri bounty... now this was something he could deal with. Templeton put the posters in his coat.

As Templeton walked through the place well dressed people stared at him and eyed him weirdly as if he was some freak of nature. But Templeton was to busy... too... deep in thought to even bother with the looks. Rat Man about the size of an average man wearing pants and a trench coat with a huge Bazooka on his back was some people of the blues where clearly not use to seeing.

Eventually Templeton reached a lounge he entered the place... a whole room of eyes fell on him when he walked in Templeton again ignored it and walked calmly to the Bar Tender he took a seat and in the most calm calculating voice he said. "Good sir... have you seen this Woman." The Bar Tender rolled his eyes ignoring his question and instead pulling a sign that read: 'No shirt no shoes NO SERVICE!' Templeton blankly looked down at his feet which had no shoes and he said. "Thanks for the help." Templeton responded sarcastically. "I will leave shortly please just tell me if you have seen this lady." The bar tender shrugged he leaned forward and narrowed his eyes. "Ah yes! She beat up the large pirate lady... Moody I think it was just three or two days ago... she was given asylum some rich hag that lives here if you want to find her I would reccomend you go to the high class section of theater. Why you askin?" Templeton smiled. "Why I am a bounty hunter... and I have a new invention... lets just say she seems like a worthy test subject! Ratatatatatata!" Templeton laughed, now it was all a game of wait... wait for the fish to bite the bait for word of him being in town would move fast.

[Tlilecuahtli]

The salty sea breeze willowed and galed against the shores of Daijuu Island, a motley group of survivors were pressed on the sand, they had managed to barely get their act together and not without a myriad of bumps along the way, with nine survivors left it was panning out like a bad survival Reality TV Show, where no one had any survival skills, the hosts didn't care and instead of getting to go on the walkie-talkie and leave, you get eaten by a Prehistoric extinct monster in a single bite. But hey, that was a lot of life, here on Daijuu Island.

But hopefully, not for long.

It was another sunny day, their bellies were as empty as their water barrels, and the fire spit and spat hot coal in place of embers. The fell beasts that they had found one part rotted, two parts gone and one part fresh was all but chewed and gnawed at the bone. Eight gaunt figures remained, stuck along the waters edge with spears in hand, in that time, another was gone, taken by the ravages of the island but at this point. Who could care? The entire crew was destined to meet their demise so instead of mourning, in soft-spoken hushes praised, 'another one is gone', more feed for them as in a chaotic swipe the group began a choir of noise, water splashed and stained the fresh sand dark, moulding it into sticky clumps as a thousand tails flipped and splashed in the water. The spears missed. The energy was wasted, and either sweat or water graced their brow before an ominous chug was heard in the distance. The water reared back its ugly head, the tide pulled in lashing waves and the entirety of the crew had a well-deserved smile lace and curl. There were no words spoken, just a quick running through the water, around the reeds and diving into the brush.

From there it emerged, a pile of seaweed washing against the currents and straight for the Titanic cruise ship. But beneath that, not so much a boat as it was sticks protruding underneath and a series of doggy paddles propelling them forward. Through the clumps of reeds and deceased seaweed, they cornered and manoeuvred, every belting motion a plea of ignorance, unaware of what creatures of the deep may lurk beneath them. Except for Sea Kings. They remembered that harrowing day with ease, damn thing caused and dropped them into this vile situation.

But nonetheless, they paddled and swam, the ship close to battering the group of Skypeians away if not for a load of luck, a single window on one of the lower decks swung open, a portly madam, looking down and rolling down a coil of rope they eagerly clutched and climbed. The women bellowed, half way too swooning as the crew of gaunt tanned man and women climbed into her window, "Oh, my, oh my." The woman chanted, the crew climbed one after another, Aguila the last to find his way up and into the portside window, "Now, now, what is a strapping group of fine men and women like yourselves doing stuck out in the middle of here-oh-here?" Aguila reached the top, he bowled over, catching a glimpse of the women, fair skinned, golden locks, and a physique past its prime he simply ran a finger through his hair, clumps tore and peeled out in long tired strands, his free hand pressed against his Dial Shield strapped to his back. With a tired ease he unhooked the few pieces of bent metal that held it tied, this woman looked like a squealer, especially with the noise she made getting them up here.

Her finger ran down her chin, flicking into the air as her eyes lit up with joy, "Why, yall must be here to save the ship from the dire distress we have found ourselves in." The motley lot looked around, a little-baffled by the straightforward attitude and being tossed into the position as 'saviours' by this plump woman before a gun was withdrawn, her southern charm dropped as menace filled the air, eyes wild with fury and it felt as if the cabin shrunk three sizes and her three sizes more. Aguila quickly gave a nod, a slapdash smile and a winning thumbs up as they slid out of the room, the women pressing the side of the gun to her cheek as she mellowed out, a cry of joy echoing as she spoke. "My oh my, free from the tyrannical tail at last." They slid out as quickly as they crawled in, in other words slowly, one after another, a rhythmic swiping as their hands at their backs, grabbing from her deli platter and scurrying off like nothing more than unwanted rodents. 

With that trial of affairs over, they were in, a series of fortunate events occurred and now, on the bottom of the ship, they looked between each other, a quite squabble as they tried and moaned, attempting figured out how to deal with the Tyrannical Menace. Aguila wouldn't be proud to admit it, but they spent a good few minutes discussing how to deal with it before he realized. They didn't need to deal with the menace. They just needed to get food. He slapped the backs of their heads, shaking his own as he took in a breath, "Better plan. Let's not deal with the pirate. Take their food, then ding dong ditch." The others looked half-way perturbed, mainly from not thinking it themselves before reluctantly falling into unanimous agreeance. They split into two groups, four on Aguila's team, four on the other, and the end result. Was hopefully, a full stomach.
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sneaky | Fox

[Fox]

Drumming her fingers on the arm of her chair, Ray slumped forward irritably, getting worried looks from her butler bodyguard guy. She glanced back as the curtains behind her rustled. Some lean guy whispered into her guy’s ear before ducking out just as quickly as he had appeared. Shifting the blanket hiding her tail, she stared at her guy expectantly. He leaned in close, taking hold of her chair.

“Sorry to bother you, ma’am, but a bounty hunter has just arrived looking for you.”

“Bounty hunter, eh? That’s new…” she murmured, glancing down at the stage.

“I suggest we get you somewhere safe, Miss Ray.”

Ray raised her hand and smiled. “If he wants me, he can come get me. There’s not a human alive that can beat me.” She leaned back in her chair and gestured in a circle. “Take me to the water.”

“But ma’am!”

“Just do it already or I’ll wheel myself,” She snapped. Her guy suppressed a sigh albeit not well since she could still hear it, but complied with her demands. Spinning the chair around, he wheeled her toward the docks.

Along the way, she glanced around, wondering if she would be able to spot the bounty hunter before they found her. They had to stand out from this posh crowd. Probably covered in sword and guns. Her eyes scanned the crowds before finally falling on a thing. With fur. That was like huge. Human sized if not bigger. She wanted to say it was a rat. Or a mouse. To say that this guy stood out was an understatement. She had no idea what this thing was. Maybe it was somebody’s pet.

Shrugging to herself, she gestured for her butler dude to hurry up. The water was the best place for her to fight. She’d be at a disadvantage anywhere else. Still, she thought it was a bit odd that she hadn’t seen any human resembling a bounty hunter around. Where the heck were they? She thought they might have run into each other by now.

[sneaky]

The brown rat mink stepped out the lounge clearly he had been unwanted in there and he did promise to leave if his questions where answered... which they had been. Templeton rubbed his hands together as a draft of chilly air hit him, he then put his hands in the outer pockets of his long coat, his eyes moving in a side to side fashion as he hit the crowds of people dressed in formal wear.

Finally his eyes caught a face he recognized... quickly Templeton reached for the poster in his coat and confirmed his suspicion. Indeed this familiar face was that of the Mermaids she was on a wheel chair with a big brute of a man who seemed to guard her from the direction she was taking it was clear to Templeton at least that she was headed toward her element... water... of course she wasn't dumb... but she wasn't expecting a Mink either.

The Brute was going to be a problem although one blast from his Bazooka should take care of him... no need for a phosphorus shot either a standard one should do... the Brute should consider himself lucky to be the first test subject of Templeton's great Mechanical Marvle! As for the Mermaid he would just have to be patient and wait for her to jump into the water... yes water... the thing that would be her own demise for the Great Ingenious Templeton had an ace up his sleeve. He slowly moved through the crowd following her path... but keeping just enough distance not to make it obvious.

[Fox]

Her stooge wheeled her obediently out to the docks. As they neared the water and walked out into the evening sky, Ray considered her options. She could just bolt. Ditch this place and the bounty hunter. No one could catch her in the water after all. Then again, she didn’t want to run from humans any more. She could just kick his ass. Bail if things got bad. Yeah, that wasn’t bad. First thing was first though.

“Alright, this is good. Get lost,” she said with a dismissive wave.

“What? But, ma’am!”

Ray craned her head around at the help and sneered at him. That concern in his face. Man, he was just looking down on her, wasn’t he? Screw that! She spun her chair around deftly and shoved him.

“Do I look like I need the help of a filthy human? Get. Lost.”

With a glint of something Ray took to be fear in his eyes, he backed away and returned to the theatre. Ray smirked. That’s right. You do the running human. Cracking her knuckles and rolling her head around, she glanced around looking for the bounty hunter. She spotted the rat thing. Guess he got tired of the weird looks too. There was no one around that really looked like a bounty hunter. Just humans in fancy clothes.

“Tch. I thought this would make it easier to find em…”

Damn, Ray was already getting bored. Maybe she should start up some kinda ruckus. Mm...but for humans...they hadn’t been that bad to her. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder when they were gonna stick her in a tank and keep her as a damn pet. That was just like these types to do. She shook her head. Chill, Ray. Her eyes fell on the rat thing again. Maybe she just needed some not human company until that bounty hunter showed. Yeah.

Ray wheeled over to him. He, at least she thought it was a he, wasn’t hard to pick out amongst the crowd. She waved as she approached.

“Yo. How’s it goin’?”

[Tlilecuahtli]

For a ship so weighty and large, getting to the top seemed easier than one would expect. Tlilecuahtli and another moved along, split in half when they passed the boiler room as the scent of fresh meat and spices drew and allured the other two, it seemed past the Boiler Room there might've been a Kitchen, but Tlilecuahtli wasn't exactly the sort of man ready to try and knick from a Kitchen, especially with the fact that there were knives in there and people who knew how to use them.

So, with a party split another which ways, Tlilecuahtli and a no-name grunt wandered climbing up a flight of stairs and leaving in their wake a trail of salty water sprayed the ground along in a fine trail. There were few words muttered between the two, in the days they had spent they had learnt. They really didn't like each other. Most of the crew didn't get along, they were all vandals and bastards, rebels and twats from Skypeia, but when left on an island for days on end, you learn things about each other, the facts and who they are at their very core and it was there they didn't have much in common. No different from School Friends in that regard, friends borne from a bad situation, they find the barest of bones to call each other friends but within a year outta school, most of them go their own ways and might make small awkward conversations in the ten-year reunion. Though, their ten-year reunion seemed to drag on for weeks at a time. Mainly because it had been.

They ascended, the familiar gaze of light already feeling like a sweltering bolt, wishing they had remained in the perfect abode, and along the side of the rail, a few tables with meagre scraps left aligned. Though, that wasn't where Tlilecuahtli attention was drawn as his grunt quickly dined and dashed towards a table, wings slightly unfurled as he started to consume the scraps of bones and spat peas.

No, instead he reached for his shield, something was off with this whole scenario. What seemed to be a paraplegic was talking to a... Rat? With a... A Gun? Well. He had heard strange things occur down on the lower waters, but he wasn't quite ready for that one. He looked around the crowd, already his crewmate had vanished, oblivious to what the Bellowing Lady had said before, but being a Captain came with responsibilities. The first keeping the crew safe, and one he was willing to shirk if it meant more food for him and whoever came back to Daijuu Island with him.

[sneaky]

The fish had bitten the bait! Ironic since lion fish didn't actually bite bait... one of the few species of Fish that didn't as such you had to go and dive down to hunt it with a harpoon. Templeton simply walked up to the Mermaid slowly eyeing over her face... her facial features. He had seen the way she mistreated the Brute earlier... it was stupid to say the least but she probably expected a human or maybe on the rare case a Fishman. That was the thing not many people in the Four Blues know what a Mink is, you could say it gave Templeton a sort of benefit.

Regardless the plan had gone as he hoped so far... he could taste that 5,000,000 Beri already! That nice cheesecake he was gonna have for dinner and the next upgrade for his gun! Ooooh maybe he could create some new contraption too! The excitement was too much! But this was business so Templeton tried the best he could to keep a straight face. Now this Mermaid was sort of cornered her mobility on land was bad so she couldn't easily escape from his bazooka blasts... and if she jumped into the sea... well lets just say she had a shocking suprise headed her way.

Templeton slung his Bazooka over his shoulder and aimed it point blank at the Mermaid's face. "Hello Spine Devil!!! Well aren't you the most fortunate one! Ratatata" Templeton laughed like some crazy Mad Scientist delighted on trying out his newest contraption. Templeton cocked the Bazooka which made a clicking sound. "Kaboom!" He yelled as he pulled the trigger on the gun, Templeton tried to contain the excitement from his using his weapon... he had to remain calm after all the unexpected could happen.

[Fox]

Ray couldn’t quite explain why, but it kinda looked like the giant rat thing was excited. Maybe it was the twitchy nose. Maybe it was the sparkle in his eye as he looked at it. Suddenly, it dawned on her. He recognized her, but she had no idea who this rat thing was. She would remember meeting him. Ray’s eyes narrowed. There were only a few ways he’d know her. None of them good. Her hand went down to her spines.

It was when he whipped out a bazooka that she knew for sure. This guy was the bounty hunter. Dirty rat! Still, what the hell was he thinking?! A bazooka? Really?! Sliding the venom up her arm to have it readily available, her hands shot to the wheels. Swerving to the side abruptly as he pulled the trigger, she careened around him. If he thought she was helpless in a wheelchair, this rat was sadly mistaken. As her only reliable mode of transportation on land, she had made efforts to get skilled with it. Sure, it was just a normal wheelchair, but with a little skill, it could dance.

“Bounty hunter, huh? Didn’t expect you to be a literal rat!” She barked back, as she whipped her arm at him.

The venom shot off of it in the blink of an eye. She’d aimed for where the fur was the thinnest. If she could just get a little venom in him, the odds would be more even. She liked a challenge, and she needed to be stronger on land anyway. She couldn’t let herself be taken ever again. She would rather die than go back to a glass cage. Ray braked hard, skidding to the side slightly before charging. More venom gathered on her fingertips. She wouldn’t be taken. Never again!

“Raaaaah!!”

She lashed out with envenomed strikes. The venom on her fingertips sharpened to a point as she jabbed. The more venom she pumped into him the better.

[Tlilecuahtli]

He would be lying if he said he wasn't ready for a fight. From the way the lass with the gun spoke, from the tension in the crowd all the way to how he missed the dismissal of her pet Human, there was something off in this whole scenario. But, something came up. Something, a little outside of his realm of forte.

He was prepared to jump forward, defend the paraplegic to some degree, maybe not sacrifice his life, but at least be put down in someone's good books. Until it came. The crack. The noise that seemed to bend and snap reality itself in a vile crack of noise. He had seen black powder guns smoke, he had heard the snap of a whip on the air but this was something breathtaking, enough to pull his attention out from the idea of saving this woman and into a full-scale retreat.

And he retreated, he straight up made a beeline for the railing as people scrambled and moved, catching a whirl of venom cusp at Parapalegic's hand into a jagged point. Yeap. Outta my league. He thought to himself, his hands clutched the rail, his body froze as he caught a glimpse of the sea, rowing and paddling off with meats and vegetables following along, was a pile of seaweed. ...Bastards. He was left alone, now had an abandoned crew. And so, he turned. Welp, he was already outta luck. Might as well push it.

He turned around, he emerges from the crowd, a man with torn clothing, an arm of weighty metal and bagged clothing. He looked terrible, and a good deal of moisturiser would go a long way. His voice spoke in a hoarse and granite mess as if he had seen chickens eat rocks and thought maybe it was a good idea to follow suit. But he digressed in how beat up he was, he walked up, pushing his way through the crowd and withdrew a vicious look tool.

The Macuahuitl. As it was called.

A flat slab of metal, adorned with cutting thorns of obsidian. But this was the first tool, he removed from his back a great shield, what amounted to the hide of a grandly scaled beast and in its centre, a strange looking shell, but to a Skypeian, an obvious Impact Dial. 

He banged his shield once, twice, three times, a few feathers fell and dotted around him from a busted wing, "Right." He paused, a buzz of white air rolling around the dial, "Well. They ain't going to listen to me in the middle of a fight actually." He paused. He realized, he may have gotten involved in this, a tad too late. Of course. There was one trick he always had up his sleeve to get someone's attention.

From what he could tell, the Tailed Tyrant had control of this boat. And the paraplegic. Well, they didn't have one, but the tiny rat fellow? It was a, of course, it would've had one. And the Tyrant might just be the right person to hang with if he wanted off this ship. I mean, the guy had a Bazooka. What better way to know someone is a Tyrant than to see a guy lugging that around. So, in his mind. He was sold as to who was who. Strange for a Paraplegic to follow up as a Bounty Hunter but he was sure he would see strange things in times to come.

So, with a reel back, he tossed his Macuahuitl at the rims of the wheelchair, hopefully catching one in a clutch to allow the Tailed Tyrant their win. Afterall, it was starting to size up that he wanted in with the Pirate crew.

[sneaky]

The bazook sent a shot forth but it missed... the mermaid skillfully dodged it causing the blast to hit the ocean in front and shoot a jet of salty sea water mixed with seaweed up into the air. "Damn it! How!?!? How can this be possible!" Templeton yelled like an angered Supervillian whose masterplan had been foiled.

Just then the mermaid made her move she shot spines at him... oh boy so she was a lionfish mermaid.

The first couple of darts hit the Rat Mink point blank he really wasn't expecting it he barely dodge the rest. The mermaid let out a battle cry followed by her nails being covered in that venomous substance... speaking of which the spines had injected it into his blood stream and the effects where taking place.

Templeton began to feel nauseated. "Ahhh I feel sick..." Templeton said before using his natural flexibility and rat agility to jump behind some barrels and crates he aimed his bazooka at her.



"Lets *burp* increase the power of this..." Templeton said before he vomited in front of himself... he still felt sick... "God damn it.." Templeton pulled out the darts of his body... the proccess painful he clenched his teeth and closed his eyes wincing everytime he pulled one out.



Templeton had enough... game was over it was time to bring out the big guns. "Time to fry some fish!!!!" He said as he loaded phosphorus shots into his Bazooka and right when he was about to aim and shoot... a random winged man appeared. With a shield and strange club like weapon and he threw his weapon at her? "Hey! Cupid! Whats the big idea!?!? Her head will pay for my dinner and my ticket out of this fancy foofoo place! I don't plan on splitting the money..."

[Fox]

Vemon injected, Ray wheeled back a bit, but not too far. Her advantage was in the close range. Especially when this rat was toting a bazooka. Who did that? As she spun her wheels to get her back into range for another strike, she toppled forward onto her face as the wheelchair abruptly stopped. Her tail flipped up into the air.

“Ow…” she growled, pushing herself up by her hands and looking back to her wheelchair. Some bozo had thrown something in the rims! She cast her gaze around angrily until her eyes fell upon the one the rat was yelling at.

“Yeah, back off! Who do you think you are?! We’re busy!” She jabbed a finger at the rat. “And hey, you’re not taking me back dead or alive!”

Using her tail, she flopped back into her wheelchair unsteadily and started to yank the weapon out. “I’m not going back!” After enough time, she wrenched it out and hucked it at the rat’s head. “You heard me, rat? Flip off. I’m not causing trouble here.”

[Tlilecuahtli]

Well. His plan went just about as well as he had thought it could. He managed to knock over... the... Aw crap. He realized as a massive tail flung out from the wheelchair who the Tailed Tyrant was, and their attitude stunk as much as the Rats. His tongue snapped in his mouth, "Tsk... Tsk... Tsk." He grumbled, he pulled himself further back into the crowd, punching the business end of his Dial shield as it whirled and buzzed with energy.

It had become clear he wasn't wanted in this fight. Which was fine. At this rate, he simply needed a ride to a new island. Of course, with the attitude of the 'Tailed Tyrant' he wasn't sure he needed to join their crew. No, instead he hanged back letting the pressure in the dial build up with each consecutive punt and bash.