True Grit I: Winchester! Land of Outlaws!

[Sam]

-- CHAPTER I PART: ONE // True Grit: Winchester! Land of Outlaws!

Kozen tapped his fingers awkwardly watching Secco and Lolo's exchange, the aspiring pirate's mouth swerved to a side... an expression of annoyance as Secco wanted to call this even. The bickering from Lolo didn't make things better. Although he had to agree... this was sort of the 'Lucky Doofus' fault... but Lolo had also kicked the one guy into the table. Safe to say Kozen was the whose hands were most clean... and even then his mere presence had stirred the pot. In any case, he was rather curious to know how they'd all gotten there... so Lolo was just a merchant who had combat proficiency? Interesting... wonder where she learned that one. The golden boy was a bit more enigmatic, however. Whatever the case Kozen wasn't about to let both his would-be nakama tear each other apart. No, that would be very bad.

"Now now let's calm down! Look I'll help you pick it up ok? I just wanted some people to join my upcoming pirate crew."

The young man stated, he began to pace toward the clothing hook. He was at least an inch or two shorter than Lolo but he was confident he could make that jump. With a goofy smug smile on his face, Kozen attempted a leap.

*clack clack*

His tengu-geta clicked with the stone road below, that jump wasn't good enough. Turning around to look at Lolo and Secco he gave them a light chuckle.

"Heh, that was just a warm-up!"

Turning back around holding back a cringed expression he attempted another leap mustering his strength to do so. This time... he was successful!

"Got it!"

Kozen exclaimed, however just before his fingers touched the cloth of the bag he clasped on air. Someone had swooped in like a bird and taken it. Kozen's eyes opened up not expecting this outcome. Like a black line in the air speeding through a strange man in a mask, cape, and top hat appeared. Standing on a rafter connecting the rooftops in the alleyway he held onto the bag dangling it from one finger. A proud smile was propped over his olive-colored face.

"This yours lad? You know... you bunch were so easy to find. You stick out like sore thumbs... not to mention that bickering caught my attention."

Mildly confused, Kozen gave the man a blank expression. He was mildly unsurprised by the antics and if anything just wanted the bag back.

"Look I don't care who you are bu-"

Kozen was immediately interrupted.

"Oh me? I'm the CAPED CHACAL! You've probably heard of me I'm a big shot around these parts."

Chacal gloated, Kozen on the other hand simply lifted a brow and turned over to the other two with a shrug. He had seriously never heard of this fool and therefore he was unimportant. Unimpressive. Useless. And most importantly not worth his time. Kozen was a fame seeker, meaning he only worried about actually relevant people. A lackey like Chacal would never impress him.

"Nope and like I said I don't care! Hey, can you just hand me that bag back? It's this guy over here I promised I'd get it back and I like keeping my word. So just hand it over before I snap you in half. Ok?"

The rookie explained, he put his hands on his hips and looked up at Chacal with a serious expression. He would get that back for Lolo! Maybe then he would join his crew! It was wishful thinking, true. But you never knew! Chacal had a face of disappointment, he couldn't believe this guy. Gritting his teeth he gave a simple answer to the rookie testing his patience.

"How about... no..."

-- NAME // Kozen Momochi

-- CLASS // E

-- TECHS USED // None.

-- NAME // Verlun [NPC]

-- CLASS // E

-- TECHS USED // None.

-- NAME // Chacal [NPC]

-- CLASS // [UNKOWN]

-- TECHS USED // None.

[cowboyjotaro]

Secco had barely finished enunciating his questions that already the angered nectar merchant was stepping towards him with authority and laying their hands on him. They talked and talked, but all Secco heard were more useless reasons to fight - and he was greatly displeased at someone with their hands near the earth all day touching his robes. There was one oddity about the merchant however, besides how covered up they were: the rapid flickering of a bug’s wings in their vicinity which seemed to respond to the nectar peddler’s movements.

Done with their posturing, the nectar merchant turned back towards their goods which had somehow, over the course of their travels, become hooked onto a nearby line. The young boy who accompanied the merchant grumbled something about recruiting for his pirate crew before eagerly trying to catch the goods, perhaps to get in the peddler’s good graces. As he did so, Secco had a few choice words to say himself.

“If you’re so used to dealing with lawlessness then you should be well equipped to deal with this kind of trouble instead of pointing the finger, shouldn’t you? Besides, why would I pay for your goods when you caused that dealer back there to lose all of his money? Shouldn’t you be repaying him back, by those rules?”

Secco didn’t receive a response. He and whom he directed his words at were too busy watching a man try and fail miserably to make the jump up towards a clothing hook. The scarfed man’s youthful face began to contort into a smile as finally, after a brief fall, the goods seemed to be in his possession.

The goods never reached his clutches. Instead, swooping in like a vulture was yet another unknown foe, made even more mysterious and threatening by his mask-obscured face, top hat, and cape. His clothes advertised fanciful tastes and a disposition for the dramatic, but his words were laced with succinct threat. He had stolen the goods and refused to give them back with a theatrical flair. Secco looked at him in surprise. With the nectar seller finally incentivized to stay and fight, the young golden-eyed man would be able to make a quick getaway. It seemed lucky...and luck had tricked him once before. It couldn’t hurt to double-check.

Secco reached into his robes, prompting a stare from the masked individual, who called himself the “Caped Chacal”.

“What do you think you’re doing there, golden one?” he asked. The holes cut out in the mask for his eyes showed two unblinking irises, unceasing in their gaze. “I’m flipping a coin,” Secco responded, placing the coin in between his thumb and forefinger.

Chacal twirled in excitement. “Why, you fool! I could slit your throat and blind you before the coin even hit the ground!” He threw his top hat in the air, causing the bedazzled merchant’s son to follow its trajectory in the air. True to his word, Chacal lifted his cape above him, and before the coin hit the ground, he dashed to Secco, caught it and his top hat with both hands, and smiled cockily.

He leaned his face in towards Secco’s until the compulsive gambler could feel his breath on his olive skin. “What were the choices then, boy with many rings?” A bead of sweat dripped gingerly down Secco’s forehead as he gulped down dry air.

“Heads, I run. Tails, I fight.” Chacal grinned, opening his right hand to reveal the coin inside. “You’d let a coin decide that for you? What a peculiar man.” Chacal hadn't noticed yet, but the coin had landed on tails.

[Fox]

Lolo was rubbing her temples, trying to get her temper under control. She let out a hiss between clenched teeth and took a deep breath. Kozen’s attempts to calm her down only did the opposite, so she had to take even longer to cool off. Her bugs sensed her agitation and started buzzing. Secco’s retort to her accusations only made her angrier, making a vein pop out on her forehead. She was gonna kill this golden boy. The only thing that actually snapped her out of her broiling rage was Kozen saying that he’d gotten her bag.

Lolo turned to look only to see some punk, nerd kid wearing a mask, cape, and top hat. He stood up on the rooftop, holding her merchandise. It almost didn’t register. His smug smile. His false bravado. It took a moment of staring blankly for it to sink in. He wasn’t going to give it back, was he? She could already tell by his snide attitude and how much she already wanted to cave his face in. A brief exchange with Kozen and Secco only confirmed that fact.

Lolo closed her eyes and clenched her fists in one last ditch effort to calm down. It didn’t work. Something about his voice just grated on her. Giving into her anger, Lolo opened her eyes again and lifted up a foot. The bugs nestled on her body jolted into position. And, with that, she kicked.

Flutter Fly.
“Rere Pepeke.”

Flying into the air with incredible speed, Lolo reeled a fist back, allowing a moment for one of her specialized Kik bugs to latch on. This one’s head and mandibles covered her fist like a glove. Lolo knew from experience that their exoskeleton was as hard as brass. In short, this was going to hurt. A lot.

Hammerhead Orchid!
“Hama Pua!”

With all of her strength and pent up anger, Lolo sent her fist flying at the kid’s face. She didn’t really care if he lost a few teeth at this point. Or if he died, really. She was just so done with this day. No caped dingus was getting away with her merchandise.

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Lolo | Deep Pink (#FF1493) | Post Count: 6

[Sam]

-- CHAPTER I PART: ONE // True Grit: Winchester! Land of Outlaws!

At this point, Kozen had made up his mind and without knowing it the four people in the alleyway all had made up their minds. A foolish swindler with his coin, an honest merchant with their bugs, a wannabe pirate kid, and a flamboyant trickster. Barely waiting on Secco to finish his conversation and almost after Lolo's attack, Kozen reached for his sword pulling out a massive katana whose blade was almost as big as him.

"Hey wait! I was going to attack first!"

Kozen whined as soon as Lolo went for the attack. He put on a pouty face watching Lolo go out of his way! However, that pouty face turned into one of awe as his eyes gleamed like stars! This merchant boy really was something else.

"SO COOL!"

He exclaimed watching Lolo fly through the sky! That was something he'd never seen before! The bugs that the merchant had were enhancing him? If he wanted Lolo to join him last time! Then now he wanted her to join for sure! With their fist reeled up the merchant sent out a pent-up attack straight at Chacal's face. It was for certain! Chacal would likely not be able to recover from this! But just as the fist was about to make an impact something happened... instead of striking flesh... Lolo struck at nothing... the image that once was now faded.

"Ehhhh!? How!?"

Kozen exclaimed,

"Kehehehehe!"

A familiar chuckle was her from the other side of the alleyway! Lolo had struck an after image! So this was Chacal's ability? Trickery? Kozen shook his head. First, he saw a man fly and use bugs like tools... now he sees a man blink from one side to the other seemingly leaving his own after image behind!?

"Glad you asked chap! It's a little trick I learned. I'm fast enough to leave after images of myself! You fools stand no chance!"

Reaching for a bundle of cards the trickster folded them about his hands flinging them about himself! They fluttered around almost mystically! His dexterity something to gawk at.

"Deal Em!"

With a series of wrist flickers the man began to rapidly throw out cards between Kozen, Secco, and Lolo almost as if he was dealing cards out.

*fling*

"Gah!"

Kozen was shot in the chest by one of the cards which embedded itself like a knife. Without thinking it twice he jumped behind a pile of crates holding onto his chest. Damn, that hurt. His hand was now covered in blood. Gritting his teeth he pulled out the now bloodied card... the image of the queen of spades covered in his crimson ichor greeting him. There was little precision in the way he dealt cards so they began to flutter about embedding themselves in the ground, walls, barrels, crates! Or anything around! They were like throwing knives.

-- NAME // Kozen Momochi

-- CLASS // E

-- TECHS USED // None.

-- NAME // Verlun [NPC]

-- CLASS // E

-- TECHS USED // None.

-- NAME // Chacal [NPC]

-- CLASS // D

-- TECHS USED //  see below!





• Joker: Using his Inhuman speed Chacal dashes through the air in a zig zag pattern. His speed is enough to leave after images of where he last stood. 

• Deal Em: Chacal sends out a flurry of cards at high enough speeds to cut like throwing knives.

[cowboyjotaro]

For everyone in the alleyway, Secco’s coin had also flipped tails - they decided as three separate individuals to attack the masked, caped assailant. But what Secco found was that the trio was hardly attacking in unison. The nectar merchant, endlessly frustrated by the situation, decided to vent her emotions onto the “Caped Chacal”. Throwing a flying punch endowed with the strength of little, stone-solid bugs, Secco thought she had viciously connected - only to be rebuked by a shift of light.

In a twist of fate, the nectar merchant’s fist connected only with air. Gloating, the Caped Chacal explained his ability to create after-images by moving at great speeds. This...this was far too dangerous! No, no, no, no, this wouldn’t do. In any normal situation, Secco would have run away, content to live another day of petty thievery and excessive gambling. But today, Lady Luck had landed on tails, and therefore he would persist.

In an instant, the Caped Chacal brandished a deck of cards. Flourishing one, he then threw it with great force towards Kozen. It struck him, and the man reeled. ‘Well, better to avoid those,’ Secco concluded, but before he could finish his thought it was as though the entire deck appeared around him. One by one, all of the cards were thrown akin to sharp blades. Two grazed his left shoulder. He narrowly stepped across two flying towards his chest. He leapt in pain as one left a rather deep mark in his calf.

“Gahhh!”

Secco fell to the ground, clutching his leg in pain. With his other leg, he swiped at nearby boards which had broken off of wooden crates and brought them close to his chest, clutching them and using them for defense akin to a shield. Nearby, more broken boards remained, which he gladly threw towards the Caped Chacal in a desperate effort to make him cease his assault.

[Fox]

Chacal disappeared before her fist could connect with him, but instead of reeling back in shock, she tossed her head around to relocate the damn fool. She spotted him on the other side of the alley. Kozen was baffled, which tickled the dork’s ego and made him launch off into another monologue. Kicking off the air, Lolo soared over the rooftop and disappeared over the other side, playing cards thunking into the tiles behind her. She landed and ran along the roof. She couldn’t see Chacal, but he couldn’t see her either.

Jumping off the end of the roof and back around to the entrance of the alley where Chacal was standing - she knew this because she’d heard his obnoxious voice from there - Lolo fell down behind him, using another kick to bounce off the air and slam into him from behind. She grabbed him this time, so that even if he tried to get away, he would take her along. It also came in handy for using him as a shield to protect herself from the boards that Secco was throwing.

“Kozen, get him! I’ll hold him!”

As if in answer to her declaration, her bugs landed on Chacal and her, latching on to the both of them. As big as they were, Lolo wouldn’t be surprised if Chacal was totally freaked out by the bugs. That tended to be the general reaction of people that weren’t from Kik-Kik. Still, she appreciated the extra help from her insect friends.

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Lolo | Deep Pink (#ff1493) | Post Count: 7

[Sam]

-- CHAPTER 1// True Grit!

It was unexpected, Chacal was getting gained up on! At first, he had the upper hand but the pink-haired warrior was proving himself to be a worthy oppenent as with breakneck speed he was able to grapple him.

"Grr, get off me mongrel! I can't move swiftly with you clinging to me!"

Chacal moved around trying to push off Lolo, to no avail of course... and things only got worse once the bugs started to get involved.

"Get these freakish mutants off me!!"

He yelled, his eyes open wide in fear as more bugs began to surround him. One thing was to see those massive bugs from a distance, another was to have them land on you. That's when the plank went flying through the air and hit Chacal straight in the face breaking into a series of splinters as it crashed onto his face. That was going to leave a bruise.

"ENOUGH!"

He screamed, charging up his ability to run! In a blink he went to move... but of course slower than before giving Kozen enough time to react.

“Kozen, get him! I’ll hold him!”

Came Lolo's heads-up! Kozen poked his head from behind the barrels to watch the scene unfold! The dark streak running his way with a pink one right behind. This was it! An opening! He was running right at him. Grabbing onto his Odachi Kozen got in front of Chacal and raised his blade.

"Whoa! Whoa! Hold up!!"

Chacal mustered trying to stop in his tracks lifting up some dust as he did. The sound of his feet hitting the dust road sounded like a vehicle stuck on muddled ground. But it was too late... with all his might Kozen lifted his sword and went for a massive cleave at his chest. Through a combination of Chacal's momentum and Kozen's monstrous strength, Chacal got cleaved into by the sword! Blood sputtered out as a massive gash formed over his chest. But that wouldn't be enough to fell him.

"Bastards! I'll kill you all!!"

The caped man huffed and puffed as he fell to the ground, hand on his red matted chest. His eyes were bloodshot in anger.

"Oh shut up already! Do I have to cut your tongue off too!?"

Kozen angrily grumbled, lifting his katana once more for another attack.

-- NAME // Kozen Momochi

-- CLASS // E

-- TECHS USED // None.

-- NAME // Verlun [NPC]

-- CLASS // E

-- TECHS USED // None.

-- NAME // Chacal [NPC]

-- CLASS // D

-- TECHS USED // None.

[cowboyjotaro]

"Bastards! I'll kill you!" Chacal had yelled, suffering the assaults of two of his assailants. After their initial disagreements, it came as quite a surprise to Secco that both Kozen and Lolo should exhibit such a degree of cooperation and synergy in their attacks. He was proud of the ragtag team of misfits that had come together in their common goal: to punch the face off of Chacal. And to that end, Secco saw fit to join in himself with a choice attack for Chacal: the bottom part of his palm connecting to the underside of the caped foe's chin.

"Success!" Secco cried.

[Fox]

Kozen unleashed a mighty slash across Chacal’s chest, which, admittedly, seemed a bit brutal, but Lolo had seen worse done to thieves on her travels. Chacal rose up, apparently not quite done with them yet. Well. Not quite until Secco ran up to Chacal and delivered a mean looking uppercut to his jaw. Chacal hit the dirt like a sack of bricks after that, and didn’t really seem like he’d be getting up anytime soon. Lolo nudged him with her foot before chuckling a little at Secco’s proud proclamation.

“Yes, success indeed.”

Lolo leaned down and grabbed the bag of merchandise, peering inside to check if anything had broken in the scuffle. There was nothing obvious, but she’d have to do proper inventory when she got back to the ship. Standing up and tossing the bag over her shoulder, she looked at Secco and Kozen with a faint smile.

“Well, that was exciting! Thanks for the help and all, you two,” Lolo said, “Name’s Lolo. Tatepipo Lolo. Do you want to come with me back to the merchant’s ship? It won’t be much, but I could treat you to dinner? Maybe? If you want? You know, as thanks.”

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[Sam]

-- CHAPTER 1// True Grit!

Chacal was out for the count, the final smash by Secco combined with the slash from Kozen and Lolo's mighty attacks had knocked him out cold. His limp body fell to the ground and so did the bag of goods that belonged to Lolo! Success! Yelled the lucky man! Indeed, it was successful, but it was almost too easy... and even more the question as to why this idiot had sought out to bash them in still lingered.

"Huh?"

Kozen lifted his head to look up at Lolo, he'd been lost in suspicious thought.

"Oh well met! Names Kozen Momochi. A thank you dinner sounds nice and maybe..."

The wannabe pirate lifted his scarf to show off the series of puncture wounds still bleeding on his chest. He grimaced slightly.

"Maybe a patch up if your merchants have medics."

He commented, turning to look at Secco he raised his brow.

"I'm sure the Lucky Doofus would like to join too. After all, he did lose much of his cash so a free dinner is probably something he won't deny."

That's when it happened, a distinct call resounded across the dirty alleyway. The sound, of a Den Den Mushi singing its tune.

"Puru-puru~"

Kozen knelt next to the downed Chacal, reaching pasted his now bloodied rags and into his coats pocket. In there was a tiny purple transponder snail. Without thinking it twice he picked it up.

"Chacal!? Did you get em?"

The familiar voice of a certain scammer filled the alley way. Kozen opened his eyes wide.

"Oi! You're that old man who was scamming the lucky doofus! You're working with Chacal!?"

Kozen yelled out in astonishment, but he wasn't the only one who was astonished. The snail's face contorted into utter shock as the man on the other line noticed what happened.

"You're that bratty kid! Wait! But if you're talking that means..."

"Hey I'm not a bratty kid!"

It hit him, Chacal was out for the count! With another shift the snails face shifted to an angry one. Its purple face turning a deep red.

"Oh wait until the Cap'n hears about yall! Yall are dead meat ya hear me!? Dead and those merchants working with that Pink-haired lad? Theys gonna get it too! No one messes with Cap'n Saguaro and lives to tell the tale!"

-- NAME // Kozen Momochi

-- CLASS // E

-- TECHS USED // None.

-- NAME // Verlun [NPC]

-- CLASS // E

-- TECHS USED // None.

-- NAME // Chacal [NPC]

-- CLASS // D

-- TECHS USED // None.

[cowboyjotaro]

Secco didn’t notice it until the battle reached its conclusion, but he was breathing so heavy he felt he might faint. It was the first encounter with a villain where he felt his life might be in danger. Thinking to himself, he cited Lady Luck as one of the reasons for his escape from death, but the truth was, it was as much due to the battle companions he inherited from his encounter at the inn. The unlikely trio looked down at the Caped Chacal without commiseration , and then Lolo turned towards the group and introduced herself.

No sooner had Lolo’s offer of dinner on her merchant ship left her lips did Secco feel a pang of guilt. Previously, all he could think about was the annoyance she had caused - after all, she had thrown a man into the gambling table he was playing at, costing him a considerable sum! Now, however, his thoughts lingered on how fast he had run from the scene of the first fight, leaving Lolo and Kozen to fend for themselves. It might have been what Lady Luck dictated, it gave his guilty conscience no comfort.

The young sunset-haired man next to him was talking again. Secco’s eyes refocused as he left his daydreams and he opened his mouth to accept the generous offer, when a ringing could be heard. Truly, today was not the day he would be left in peace. Was this island the cause of all these tumultuous adventures? Perhaps coming to such a melting pot of West Blue ruffians was unwise, but it was among these types that the most money was there to be won.

"Oh wait until the Cap'n hears about yall! Yall are dead meat ya hear me!? Dead and those merchants working with that Pink-haired lad? Theys gonna get it too! No one messes with Cap'n Saguaro and lives to tell the tale!"

Secco sighed - another opponent simply meant more trouble. Oh boy.

“Well, Lolo, Kozen - my name is Secco and I do declare that the offer of dinner is much appreciated. Maybe we should, ah...make haste. From the sounds of the man on the other end of the Den Den Mushi, trouble will follow us before long. Please, do lead the way.”

Frightened questions rattled around in his head. Who was Captain Saguaro, and what did he have to do with Verlun and the Caped Chacal? Secco didn’t intend to stay on Winchester long enough to find out the answer. Winchester, Land of No Rest.

[Fox]

Lolo nodded to Kozen. Patching the guy up probably wouldn’t be too difficult for the ship’s medic. She glanced over to Secco, raising an eyebrow at him too. She still wasn’t planning on apologizing for kicking a thief across the street, but it sure had caused a lot more trouble than she had anticipated. Lolo sighed and rubbed the back of her head when a peculiar sound echoed around them. It sounded like a…

“Wait, Kozen, don’t-”

Too late. He picked up the receiver. Lolo hissed silently and pinched the bridge of her nose, spinning in a circle. Why her? A familiar voice barked over the line, and before Lolo could stop Kozen, he opened his mouth. Lolo clenched her fists and gestured wildly for him to stop, but he had stupid for brains or something and got them into even more trouble. Lolo ran her hands down her face and groaned. But something he said made her angry. She snatched the receiver out of Kozen’s hand.

“You listen to me, you old husk! If you touch those merchants, I will personally feed you to my bugs. Do you hear me?!”

Lolo tossed the receiver at the ground and paced back and forth up the alley as Secco - the golden doofus - spoke up. They still had plans to go to dinner? Lolo clicked her tongue. Well. It was probably a good idea to get off the island. The merchants weren’t nearly done unloading cargo from Kik Kik though, and they couldn’t just fear for their lives whenever they went to sell something. Lolo scowled.

“Dammit…”

The best defense that she could think of was to go on the offensive, but the problem with that was that she didn’t know where they were based. She didn’t… but… Lolo’s eyes narrowed as she looked down at Chacal’s prone form. Hm. A wicked smile curled onto her face. She looked at Kozen. She didn’t want that old sponge catching wind of her plan.

“Hang up on that guy, would you? I have an idea.”

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[Sam]

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-- CHAPTER 1// True Grit!

The red-haired man blinked a few times trying to process all the information at once. So Verlun worked for Chacal? Or at the very least had hired him to hunt them down. But now there was someone else... some guy named Captain Saguaro. Kozen tilted his head quizzically listening in at the yelling cowboy, until... Lolo snatched the receiver from his hands and entered some banter with the outlaw, the strawberry-haired boy giving his own set of threats. Something that Kozen found quite amusing, it was these sorts of people with fiery strong spirits that he needed in his crew.

Tossing the receiver aside, Lolo seemed rather distraught. But the golden boy who had revealed his name to be Secco wanted to get a move on. Perhaps he was right, making haste was likely a good idea... it wouldn't be long before Verlun had his Captain searching for the body of Chacal. Almost made Kozen want to throw it in a dumpster just out of spite, the man was alive... it seemed. So no harm done. But that thought was amusing at the very least, they had figuratively taken out the trash... now they would do it again. This time physically.

"Shut up boy! Your empty threats mean nothing to me! The great Cap'n Sag-"

There was a click, followed by a...

"Gatcha."

That was enough, Kozen got bored of the banter and Lolo seemed to want this too. This if anything was an absolute win.

"Oi, oi, oi! I thought he wouldn't shut up."

The Den Den Mushi now sleeping on top of its former master's knocked-out body rested peacefully. But there was no time to worry about such minute details, they had to get a move on. That said... the strawberry-haired warrior had an idea in mind. Or so it seemed...

"An idea?"

Kozen smirked, he saw that mischievous grin and he appreciated it. Part of being a pirate was playing dirty and that... that looked like the smile of someone willing to get his hands dirty.

"He's got a plan Secco, what do you say? Let's hear it, Lolo. Amuse us."

-- NAME // Kozen Momochi

-- CLASS // E

-- TECHS USED // None.

-- NAME // Verlun [NPC]

-- CLASS // E

-- TECHS USED // None.

[cowboyjotaro]

Instead of movement, Kozen and Lolo both uttered threats into the Den Den Mushi and then hung up. Lolo even seemed slightly annoyed at Secco’s blithe attitude, but the truth was he wanted to proceed as gingerly as possible. Resisting the urge to flip a coin again, he watched as Kozen put the Den Den Mushi back on the slumping body of the Caped Chacal.

"He's got a plan Secco, what do you say? Let's hear it, Lolo. Amuse us."

Secco wasn’t a fan of schemes, unless they were his own schemes for financial gain. Too much could go wrong when one of the options in a fight wasn’t to turn tail and run. He just chuckled and decided to go with the flow. Oh well, right? He could always run later, he supposed...but he had to admit the sting of regret was still fresh, and so, in a low voice, low enough that the others could barely hear, he muttered:

“So...no dinner?”

[Fox]

“You want me to take you back to my benefactor’s ship where they can track us, rob them, and possibly everyone?” Lolo asked Secco incredulously, “No, we have to deal with this first, dummy.”

Lolo just gave a nod to Kozen and kneeled down to glance over Chacal’s unconscious form. She pulled him up by the collar of his shirt, plopping one of her bugs down on his wrists. Makeshift mandible manacles. She did the same to his legs. Once he was secure, Lolo shook him roughly. When that didn’t immediately wake him up, she started slapping him repeatedly. Hard.

“Hey. Hey. Caped Doofus. Wake up.”

She glanced back at Kozen and Secco.

“Don’t suppose either of you has smelling salts so we can speed this up, right?”

Lolo asked this as she continued to slap Chacal mercilessly. After waking him up, getting him to talk wouldn’t be too much of an issue. The vast majority of people seemed to dislike bugs unless they were from Kik Kik. And she had more than a few ideas on how to make things very, very, very unpleasant for poor Chacal.

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