Post by The Prettiest Squish on Jun 30, 2018 0:58:08 GMT -5
On a cool midday, with the birds chirping and the people buzzing with energy in the air, there was a man separated from the lively crowds mingling amongst themselves in the public. His domain was above them, you see, but not out of arrogance but by status and power. The people praised him and loved him for all the good he had done. His work was appreciated by many he considered allies and his long life of effort was rewarded with the Government sanctioned title of
As he strolled, his bare feet glided across the stone walkway as if he were walking on water itself. The sun gleamed over his muscular scarred body for all the world to see, including a black tattoo made up of three hooks jointed together spread across the entirety of his front torso. He carried a large grin on his unshaven face and nodded with acknowledgement at everyone who passed him in the hall. Squeals of glee came from the women and flustered gasps from the men. Soon enough, the man arrived at the threshold of his destination: the door to the banquet hall at which he'd be dining. He extended a single arm out yet casually pushed with the force of a raving mob bent on murder.
The titanic gate swung open and thundered as its impact echoed throughout the castle walls. His guest sat impatiently at the other end of the table, awaiting his presence. The truant host took his seat and bellowed with a chuckle, "My apologies, Rear Admiral! Haha, I assumed with your ship docked so far away I'd at least have some time for an afternoon strut!" He clapped his hands and immediately a crew of chefs emerged from nearby double-doors carrying trays and plates of food. His hand gestured to the culinary arrangement and his smiled continued to speak warmly of its honored guest, "As promised, lunch is on me. Please, dig in!"
Without hesitation, the Marine in question carved away at a ham placed before him with his bare hands and teeth. But he was not chewing for the sake of hunger but rather some other motivation. The warlord was midway into munching down on a fine cut of steak when he noticed the erratic behavior. He placed his utensils down and attracted the attention of his friend by clinking the glass. Once the tension relieved, he stared directly into the Rear Admiral's eyes without breaking contact for a single second. "Something troubles you, friend?"
The officer swallowed his remaining portion before wiping away the grease on his lips with the cuff of his coat. He took a giant swig of his wine as well before exhaling with an exasperated sigh full of airy booze. It was then that the councilman saw something wrong with his government ally's face. Bandages on his cheeks and bags below his eyes; a sure combination of conflict and lack of sleep. And sure enough as if to confirm his observation, the Marine began his rant with some intriguing yet ambiguous words, "Yeah..If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be dealing with the shit storm I have right now."
As expected, the respondent had an obvious question to ask, "Her? Who are you talking about?" He took another gulp of wine before continuing. "Some crazy woman that raided my base a few days ago...One of the last survivors I've been hunting in my downtime. If memory serves me right, I believe her name was..."
At the same time these events were playing in the capital of the Crescent Moon Republic, a woman was seen landing on the docks of the coast in a freshly cleaned Marine Officer coat. Her hair was a disheveled mess of hot pink strands yet all that stood out now were the bandages adorning her body. On her face sat glasses veiling her eyes but with the intensity she carried in the direction of her pose, it was obvious where exactly she was headed. She marched to a nearby dock worker to inquire him of directions for her destination, "Pardon me, good sir. Do you by any chance know where I can find the uh- Daibukai?"
- Daibukai -
His right as a member gave him permissions and special powers that he exercised often for those he thought as friends. On this particular day, he roamed the mighty stone halls of the Crescent Castle on the way to greet a honored guest for a much delayed invitation to lunch. As he strolled, his bare feet glided across the stone walkway as if he were walking on water itself. The sun gleamed over his muscular scarred body for all the world to see, including a black tattoo made up of three hooks jointed together spread across the entirety of his front torso. He carried a large grin on his unshaven face and nodded with acknowledgement at everyone who passed him in the hall. Squeals of glee came from the women and flustered gasps from the men. Soon enough, the man arrived at the threshold of his destination: the door to the banquet hall at which he'd be dining. He extended a single arm out yet casually pushed with the force of a raving mob bent on murder.
The titanic gate swung open and thundered as its impact echoed throughout the castle walls. His guest sat impatiently at the other end of the table, awaiting his presence. The truant host took his seat and bellowed with a chuckle, "My apologies, Rear Admiral! Haha, I assumed with your ship docked so far away I'd at least have some time for an afternoon strut!" He clapped his hands and immediately a crew of chefs emerged from nearby double-doors carrying trays and plates of food. His hand gestured to the culinary arrangement and his smiled continued to speak warmly of its honored guest, "As promised, lunch is on me. Please, dig in!"
Without hesitation, the Marine in question carved away at a ham placed before him with his bare hands and teeth. But he was not chewing for the sake of hunger but rather some other motivation. The warlord was midway into munching down on a fine cut of steak when he noticed the erratic behavior. He placed his utensils down and attracted the attention of his friend by clinking the glass. Once the tension relieved, he stared directly into the Rear Admiral's eyes without breaking contact for a single second. "Something troubles you, friend?"
The officer swallowed his remaining portion before wiping away the grease on his lips with the cuff of his coat. He took a giant swig of his wine as well before exhaling with an exasperated sigh full of airy booze. It was then that the councilman saw something wrong with his government ally's face. Bandages on his cheeks and bags below his eyes; a sure combination of conflict and lack of sleep. And sure enough as if to confirm his observation, the Marine began his rant with some intriguing yet ambiguous words, "Yeah..If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be dealing with the shit storm I have right now."
As expected, the respondent had an obvious question to ask, "Her? Who are you talking about?" He took another gulp of wine before continuing. "Some crazy woman that raided my base a few days ago...One of the last survivors I've been hunting in my downtime. If memory serves me right, I believe her name was..."
At the same time these events were playing in the capital of the Crescent Moon Republic, a woman was seen landing on the docks of the coast in a freshly cleaned Marine Officer coat. Her hair was a disheveled mess of hot pink strands yet all that stood out now were the bandages adorning her body. On her face sat glasses veiling her eyes but with the intensity she carried in the direction of her pose, it was obvious where exactly she was headed. She marched to a nearby dock worker to inquire him of directions for her destination, "Pardon me, good sir. Do you by any chance know where I can find the uh- Daibukai?"