Post by Fox on Sept 4, 2018 13:39:09 GMT -5
In a smashed up office in Serine City, a noble paced back and forth furiously. Papers covered the floor, muddied with dirt and filth. The desk was in two splintered pieces. A broken window let an uncomfortably warm breeze into the room. Nobleman Strauss clenched his chubby fists. A large lump throbbed painfully on his head. His lip, split and swollen, trembled with anger. He slammed his fist onto the desk.
“Thish ish an outragish! Mo un doesh thish tuh be!” (“This is an outrage! No one does this to me!”) he wailed unhappily.
He jabbed a fat finger at his assistant, standing nervously in the wrecked room.
“Em poshtin abounty! Fife hundref thoushand berish!” (“I’m posting a bounty! Five hundred thousand beri!”)
“Y-yes sir. Right away sir,” the assistant stammered, rushing out of the room to write up the bounty.
Strauss smirked as well as his lip would let him. That would show those pirates. No one steals from Hansel Strauss! They wouldn’t live to see another day. He’d get everyone on it. The marines, bounty hunters, Shield. All of them. He’d have the heads of those pirates tonight!
~~~
A little while later on the streets of Ana Nine, Wolfric Hertz marched down the street accompanied by a dour looking dark haired man and a sheepish blonde woman in a plain white dress. She glanced back at the woman and gave her a thumbs up to reassure her.
“Hey, it’s gonna be okay now! Don’t worry, Lizzy!”
Lizzy - the sheepish blonde woman - looked up at her silver haired rescuer and managed a smile. She clasped her hands together. Rope burns marked her wrists. She looked down at her bare feet as tears welled up in her eyes.
“Thank you…”
Wolfric grinned, chuckling and turning her head back toward the front, strutting a bit more visibly. After this, the first thing they’d have to do is hit up the bar! She wanted food! Food, food, food! She whirled around to start walking backwards.
“Kobei! I want meat after this! A whole pile of meat!”
Blitzfrieg @xanderill
“Thish ish an outragish! Mo un doesh thish tuh be!” (“This is an outrage! No one does this to me!”) he wailed unhappily.
He jabbed a fat finger at his assistant, standing nervously in the wrecked room.
“Em poshtin abounty! Fife hundref thoushand berish!” (“I’m posting a bounty! Five hundred thousand beri!”)
“Y-yes sir. Right away sir,” the assistant stammered, rushing out of the room to write up the bounty.
Strauss smirked as well as his lip would let him. That would show those pirates. No one steals from Hansel Strauss! They wouldn’t live to see another day. He’d get everyone on it. The marines, bounty hunters, Shield. All of them. He’d have the heads of those pirates tonight!
~~~
A little while later on the streets of Ana Nine, Wolfric Hertz marched down the street accompanied by a dour looking dark haired man and a sheepish blonde woman in a plain white dress. She glanced back at the woman and gave her a thumbs up to reassure her.
“Hey, it’s gonna be okay now! Don’t worry, Lizzy!”
Lizzy - the sheepish blonde woman - looked up at her silver haired rescuer and managed a smile. She clasped her hands together. Rope burns marked her wrists. She looked down at her bare feet as tears welled up in her eyes.
“Thank you…”
Wolfric grinned, chuckling and turning her head back toward the front, strutting a bit more visibly. After this, the first thing they’d have to do is hit up the bar! She wanted food! Food, food, food! She whirled around to start walking backwards.
“Kobei! I want meat after this! A whole pile of meat!”
Blitzfrieg @xanderill