The Dark Truth! The Abyssal Pirates Awaken?

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“Damned Fog! Always happens around these swampy Isles whenever I’m pulling into port!”

A deep, thick fog covered the sea of the Whaleshark route, and barely a peep came from the crewman aboard The Black Jaw. Captain Balmondt was usually jolly as could be, but the fog that mysteriously appeared as they closed in on the port of Barabara, the only city on Arabara island, had soured his mood. The creaking of the floorboards only added to the eeriness of the silence, and only the low grumble from the captain and a few crewman could be heard. Cedwyn was below deck with his companion and robotic ‘assistant’ B33, repairing the last of the damage to her synthetic skin.

“There. With that, you should be in top shape. I’m going above deck to check things out… It’s not usually this silent so close to the harbor.”

As Cedwyn headed to the top deck, his vision was heavily obscured by the fog and he could barely see two feet in front of him. Moving slowly toward the wheel at the rear of the ship, he spoke up as he approached Balmondt.

“What in the world is with this fog? I’ve never seen such heavy fog around Barabara in all my years living there.”

Balmondt scratched his head as he edged into the harbor and called for his men to start the docking process.

“Tis a mystery to myself as well. I’ve run this route hundreds of times and neve seen such dense fog as this. A little fog is no problem for The Black Jaw, but this is a little ridiculous… Either way, we’ve arrived, so prepare yer stuff. We’re headed ashore!”

It had been a fair few weeks at sea along the Whale Shark route, passing many islands and only stopping to restock supplies as they ran low. The Eternal Pose that Captain Balmondt kept on him allowed for quick travel between Arabara and Academy Island, and was one of the reasons they were able to avoid the otherwise heavy Marine presence between the two. Arabara was a more relaxed island than most of the others, and the peace that had been maintained between the Marines, religious groups, and pirates in this area have made it a den for pirates who don’t cause too much mischief.

At Cedwyn’s side was a small pouch that he glanced at for just a moment before heading below deck to alert B33 of the situation. Inside that pouch was a fruit, one that was hard and covered in spikes, resembling a Durian with strange swirls around it. Cedwyn had heard of Devil fruits before, but was unsure of whether he had found one. He only managed to grab this from a fruit vendor while aboard another island restocking. The shop keep told him that it was merely an under-ripe Durian and that letting it ripen would lead to the most exquisite flavor, even if it smelled like a week old carcass, but even after a week, the fruit never changed color or shape, remaining a bright yellow regardless of how long it rested.

“Alright B33. Let us be off… It’s about time I faced the wretched monster that awaits me at my home.” Cedwyn grumbled, then spoke under his breath. For my sister’s sake.

The two of them left the boat, packs in hand as they stepped off the boat and onto the island.

“This is only the beginning. Hope you’re prepared, B33.”

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Cedwyn Dacus | Falu Red #8f1414 | Post Count: 1

[Kami-Gaz]

It had been a weird few weeks couped up in the ship, only really seeing Cedwyn for social interaction. This was not all bad, she had gotten to spend time with her master in an intimate environment as he managed to get the parts and materials to properly repair her to a tip top shape. When they made port there was a flurry of activity on the deck above and the port around The Black Jaw, the ship that was ferrying them. Every single time when her master had left the robot clambered up the boxes of the hold to peer out of a porthole to see what was going on in the world… totally not to watch her master leave.

There was another issue that come up when the repairs were being performed… her clothes were over four hundred years old and in tatters. Which was the real reason she was stuck under the main deck only to be seen by Cedwyn and maybe the captain of this vessel. B33 herself did not initially understand decency but after a stern talking too and a bit of soul searching, she came to a decision… only one person can see her in that state. There was a deck hand that tried to sneak a peek at one point and he ended up getting a slap from a mostly metal hand.

Eventually her master had managed to come back with a selection of clothes… for the first time, B33 had dressed herself! She had picked out a pair of black thigh high socks and black leather combat boots to wear on her feet. A pair of shorts to just top off her lower bodies cladding. Covering the upper torso and leaving her midriff free to the open air was a black pattered cut off shirt hoodie that had a funky bands logo emblazoned on the front. To top it all off was a black rain coat that had white stripes wrapping around the middle and the cuffs. On her hands were a simple pair of fingerless gloves.

She had just gotten the outfit on perfectly just as the master came in. “We’re off?” She hopped off of the crate she had made her home for the last few weeks and walked out behind the man. “We can slay monsters Master.” She said in response to his grumbling during their walk off of the ship. It was something she had come to understand, anything dies, humans, monsters, ideals. They each took different things to kill them.

“Prepared? I am as prepared as you have made me Cedwyn.” She replied softly, her mechanical irises adjusting to the light of the foggy day. This was not what she expected… Fog this thick that she could cut it with her scalpels? “Oh that was rhetorical? Yes I’m ready… Let’s go and save your sister!”

[Sam]

Two weeks at sea stowing away in a marine ship wasn't exactly the ideal mode of travel. Myles who was a large guy felt his body ache because of being stuck in cramped spaces. Then again, it wasn't like he was not used to living in such... undesirable conditions. Truthfully it wasn't that bad. But the discomfort was discomfort and as of late, his life had been fairly comfortable.

That said, at least they had arrived at Arbara completely unscathed thus far. Which was more than what he could ask for, especially when you considered he was a former pirate with a bounty and Alice had ties to the Revolutionary Army. If they were caught, this would surely get them thrown into the nearest prison. Or worse, executed. Or perhaps worse of all, a one-way ticket through the gates of justice and straight into Impel Down. A place so disgusting and dangerous that it was described as hell on earth. The strawberry-haired boy let out a sigh. This was no time for unpleasant thoughts like that.

No matter, they were almost there and this was the home stretch. Myles took in a deep breath as he popped open the crate he'd been hiding in. The world outside was not what he expected? Arabara had been described as a sunny quaint island. But uh... that's exactly the opposite of what it was looking to be. First of all, it was foggy... and from what could be seen there was some construction going on.

From his vantage point, he could discern what looked like cracks on the ground and leveled homes. Almost as if an earthquake had struck as of recent. Strange. No matter, he needed to get going and probably take some lodging in a nearby inn. Preferably one in the bad side of town, that way they'd be harder to sniff out. He could pay for it with some of the savings he'd managed to scrape up back in Kabukimono.

"Ms. Umeboshi?"

Myles whispered, closing in on the barrel in which she had been hiding. He was crawling on all fours to avoid being spotted by seamen... lucky for them the fog would be able to hide them for a while. Without thinking it twice he opened up the lid to the barrel hoping to find his bunny companion safe and sound. In a hushed voice, he called out to her.

"We made it! Let's get going."

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[Fox]

What was waiting for Myles was an empty barrel. For the two weeks that they’d been stowed away, Alice had been sneaking out to snag some rations that weren’t absolute garbage. She’d even gone as far as using the galley in the dead of night to cook up some decent food. There had been some near misses. But then, just to mess with them, she’d left some polished five star meals behind. The rumors of a ghost chef inhabiting the ship served to amuse her to no end on the ride.

Alice had also stolen a few things. A hammock for one, to relax in comfort and style. But, when it came time to arrive at port, she just sort of hopped into the nearest crate. She was actually dead asleep when Myles’s voice reached her ears. They twitched, rousing her from slumber. She’d been sleeping on top of some sacks of rice. Really uncomfortable, so she had a knot in her back. Ugh. Oh well. Not like she needed legroom anymore.

Popping out of the top of the crate, Alice spotted Myles peering into her original barrel. Surely, he hadn’t spent the entire time in his crate. Had he even eaten? She clicked her tongue at the boy and stepped out after forming up her legs beneath her. She tapped him gently on the shoulder, staying low.

“Tell me you didn’t just eat raw whatever in your crate the entire trip, sugarplum.”

Alice shook her head at him and grabbed his hand. Holding hands was not something that Alice associated with anything romantic. It was just something that parents did with their children. So, like a child, Alice tugged Myles along away from the Marine ship and toward Arabara proper. She smiled at him and held up a finger.

“First thing’s first! Let’s get you something proper to eat! Do you have a favorite food?”

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Alice | #dda0dd | Post Count: 1

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Though the fog covered the landscape and blocked the view of the beautiful greenery which covered the ground and the forests, the unmistakable smell of home brought unpleasant memories back to Cedwyn. No matter how beautiful it used to be, only the stench of blood, sweat, and tears lingered in his mind. He made his way ashore along with B33, the Captain, and the crew of the Black Jaw, ready to face whatever scene his mother would prepare for them. Would she act innocent? Hostile? Would she even be alive after all these years? The one thing he knew is that with how lazy she was, there was no doubt she would continue to live in the dingy old shack he grew up in. He continued walking, mostly silent further into the city before speaking up.

"We should stay close. I wouldn't get lost, but this place is entirely new to you. I don't need you getting lost. I know you could more than handle yourself, but I don't need you garnering attention from the Marines."

Past the harbor was a market filled with traders, shops, and restaurants. Cedwyn knew it would grow given time, but with the amount it grew, he hardly recognized the place. Some of the small shops he recognized had received complete remodels to keep up with the growing population, tourism, and marine presence. Because of the peace on the island between the religious groups, pirates, and marines, many people who would ordinarily never be seen together had shops placed in a line. The fog strangely started to thin the further into town they got. The beautiful scenery and vibrant colors started to show themselves as they walked toward the housing district of the only city on the island.

Stopping at the exit of the market district, Cedwyn sighed, unable to force himself forward. Part of him was scared; not of his mother or anything she might say to him, but of what might have become of his sister. It had been so long since he had been away, would she harbor ill feelings toward him? Would she even recognize him? He was afraid to find out... so he started to make an excuse to give himself a little more time, the anxiety no his face dulled from practice hiding his emotions.

"Perhaps... Would you like to look around first? The house isn't going anywhere. It's so much more developed than when I left. I'd like to visit some of my... former employers first."

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Cedwyn Dacus | Falu Red #8f1414 | Post Count:2

[Kami-Gaz]

The fog was oppressive! Master Cedwynn that the land was meant to be beautiful and amazing and now it was all hidden beneath this mist that coated the land like a jealous lover hid their spouse. There was a noticeable frown on B33’s synthetic face as she followed the master down the gangplank towards the harbour. He was quiet and seemed to be in deep thought, something she didn’t want to disturb right now… this place was trouble for him.

In response to her Master’s words about sticking close the robot moved in to be right beside the man, just barely a step behind with her arm close enough to link to his own. This was his will, to keep close to him, who was she to deny that or question his will? A slight smile caressed her lifeless lips.

“The only attention I want is from you Master Cedwynn.” She whispered so only he could pick it up… in the time they had travelled from the accursed academy she was taught that it was not good to say this kind of thing out loud in public… it brought negative attention. Not that she cared about that, if people got aggressive with her, she would do what she did to all the others.

As the pair walked through the market district of the town there were shops and markets and all sorts new things, she had not taken the time to see before her shut down. There were clothes and weapons and foods and tools… she wanted to examine it all! Then the first sign of hesitation touched the lips of her master.

“Look around? I would like to build a wardrobe of clothes, examine weapons and the likes.” She said, her eyes looking past Cedwynn to a clothes covered mannequin that had the cutest dress on it. She tilted her head before moving to lock her eyes on the masters. “If you wish then we shall, but I believe to best work through psychological trauma such as with your mother it is best to do it quick and fast. This way you can process it and move past it… delaying the inevitable only makes your recovery that much slower.”

The repurposed medical automata had come through the reprogrammed core for a moment, the master could not fight effectively if he was in mental turmoil.

[Sam]

Well, Alice wasn't completely off... Myles had eaten indeed. But he had eaten whatever he could find... even the slop that the pigs or other animals on the ship had been fed. At one point he was pretty sure he found himself chewing on leather... he was a hungry boy but knew nothing of cooking and honestly quality food had been so scarce for him for such a long time that he was used to eating whatever he could scrap.

When was the last presentable meal he'd had? Oh yes, a few months ago while on the merchant ship named... oh what was the name... oh! Yes! The Little Cissonius! A beautiful little caravelle she was. Turning to Alice, a few beads of sweat began to form over his forehead. Myles shifted is violet eyes left and right nervously. He finally managed to make eye contact with her very own cyan eyes and gave her a big old smile.

"Hehe... no...?"

He said, still smiling awkwardly. But after a few more minutes of eye contact he let out a sigh... letting his head to tilt to its side in defeat.

"Yes..."

No matter, at the very least Alice was offering to cook something up for him. Did Alice know how to cook? That was astounding... that did make him wonder if she prepared herself meals in secret this whole time. Damn, if he'd know he would have snuck alongside her. Oh well.

"Umm, well I do like hamburgers?"

Myles finally answered, that was indeed his favorite meal. There was something about burgers... they were just such a simple meal! A patty between two pieces of sesame bread with a series of condiments to add flavor. Bonus points if you added a big old fried egg to the mix! It just gave the burger it's own special little zest of flavor. Was that the word? Zest? No, probably not! But it hardly mattered to the strawberry-haired boy whose mouth was now watering at the thought of a burger.

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[Fox]

Alice shook her head and clicked her tongue in disappointment. This boy. Well, she’d just have to take better care of him from here on out. She nodded curtly when he said he liked hamburgers. Easily done. They just needed some ingredients. Obviously, after being held captive for a number of years, she didn’t have a penny to her name. She tugged him along to the market.

“Do you have any money on you, sugarplum?” Alice asked.

She stopped once they entered the market, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells. Her nose twitched noticeably as she sniffed the air. The fog permeated the market as well. Such a dreary day. At least it stopped people from staring too much. Minks were an unusual sight in the Grand Line. Even stranger was a Mink with wings. Well. Wing. Alice fluttered it in slight irritation. Hmph. Maybe they could use a cloak for her actually.

If Myles didn’t have any money, plan B would be somewhat unseemly. They’d have to work. Alice didn’t want to kick up any unnecessary heat in a Marine town. Alice was good in the kitchen, and Myles would probably do just fine as a busboy. Her ears twitched as she thought it over. Working wasn’t too terrible, but it did mean that they’d be in town for much longer than Alice liked, both of them having bounties and whatnot.

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Cedwyn sighed and looked over at B33. He knew she was right, and had prepared for this moment for years, yet something told him he didn't want the answer to his biggest question just yet. In order to delay the meeting just a little longer, he pointed toward a building that looked much older than most of the others around. It was an old dojo he used to both practice at and work for in order to make money for his family. It didn't pay well back then, and he wound up having to take several other jobs to make ends meet. He remembers his sensei being quite abusive as well, despite his sensei only being in his mid-twenties at the time. He wanted to see how far he had fallen since things had developed over the many years he was gone.

Upon entering, loud and jarring noises could be heard as a man in his mid-forties barked orders at a small class of young martial artists, many of which had bruises and were holding back tears. The oldest, which looked to be just a couple years younger than Cedwyn, was defending the younger students after their master had beat one of them half to death. A bleeding young man was crying in the corner with a bloody nose and bruises all over his body. There was no doubt in Cedwyn's mind that this was the same person who taught him how to fight, except he had been promoted and was now much worse than he could have predicted.

Cedwyn marched forward as the Master lifted his hand to punch the eldest student with surprising speed, catching his hand with relative ease just inches from the student's face.

"That's no way to treat your students, Sens- Excuse me, Master Johannes. Seems you haven't learned much since last we met."

Johannes turned to look at Cedwyn, whom he didn't recognize considering how much he had grown and gave him an incredulous look.

"Who the hell are you? We're not accepting visitors at this time, go away! And don't tell me how to discipline my students!"

It seemed as though Johannes assumed Cedwyn was a resident of the town and was interested in lessons as he muttered to himself about how lucky he was to have his hand there at just the right time. When Cedwyn refused to move, he looked him up and down and recognized talent where he saw it.

"You here to challenge the Dojo then? Hehe, my lucky day! The challenge fee is 1000 Beri! If you want to challenge the Dojo, you'll have to defeat my best student and-"

Cedwyn interrupted Johannes with a hand. At first, he just wanted to check things out and see what his old 'teacher' was up to, but now he had a chance to test his progress AND take his anger and anxiety out on someone. He did not want to miss this opportunity.

"How about 2000 Beri and I only have to fight you?"

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Cedwyn Dacus | Falu Red #8f1414 | Post Count: 3

[Kami-Gaz]

It would seem in reply to her statement regarding holding off of the healing process was taken aboard and was chosen to be ignored for now. The medical automa inside the core of B33 ticked and whiired as the robot pressed on and followed her master into the dojo he had pointed out before. Just from a cursory glance she could see so many minor injuries, bruises and some scrapes, the eyes that scanned flashed red as what felt like flicker of an emotion washed through her… was that Anger? Was she angry that these young humans were marred by such injuries? Or the fact it was bringing them to the point of tears?

She pushed past that for now and moved close to a young student who looked to be the most battered and pulled a small alcohol coated swab from a compartment on her thigh. The ship had resupplied her with some extra things after she had stated her ability to recognise any injury and treat it… knowledge needed to better now how to kill on a battlefield. That’s what her creator said at least. “Hold still small human.” She said, cold and uncaring as the swab dabbed at a bruise making it wince.

She was paying attention to Master Cedwyn to the side, he was initiating a fight… a way to deal with past trauma, it must be done. After a few moments the most injured student had been tended too, well at least the injuries that could be seen. “Sit.” She said before sitting down behind the young lad and with a single motion picked him up and sat him in her crossed legs. “Master Cedwyn is going to to pulverise that man.” She said as her hand began to comb through the boy’s hair, her own form swaying with a slight smirk. A chance to see the master fight!

“Go Go Master Cedwyn! Go Go!” She changed, the other hand gently raising the small students up in the air as if he were a puppet… was it in an effort to lighten the mood and repair the spiritual damage each of the students had been taking whilst studying at this dojo? Who knew… B33 didn’t quite understand her own actions either.

[Sam]

Money? Hm, well he thought he did have some left over cash. Still some stuff saved up from his old crew's last raid on Cactus Island. Speaking of, it had been sometime before he had even heard of them. Perhaps the Grand Line had claimed them... such belligerent types were often killed off early if they picked fights with more than they could chew. That was the treacherous way of the Grand Line. Probably for the best if they asked him.

"Well, let's see..."

Myles reached into his pockets looking for his wallet. Reaching down he pulled it out and opened it up showing Alice what was inside. There were at least three million beli in there... not too much but not too little. They could probably get themselves some worthwhile stuff with that kind of cash if they knew what to get. Still, money was running low in a sense. They needed more... this three million wouldn't last them much longer.

"Mm, three million?"

He smiled hoping the amount would satisfy Alice in some way. That did beg a question... how would they get more money? They could get a job maybe. Maybe, or maybe they could do something else instead? Like bounty hunt! Oh wait... they were both wanted by the law. They couldn't even enter a competition of sorts. That was sad, Myles excelled at fighting. Unless!

"Oh... I know how to get us more cash though."

The young man smiled mischievously, he had a rather unorthodox and somewhat cheaty plan.

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[Fox]

“That’s a fair amount…” Alice mumbled thoughtfully, putting a hand to her chin. Still, three million in the Grand Line amounted to little more than pocket change. If they wanted to get off this island without the Marines catching wind, she suspected that they’d need a lot more. She also wanted to reimburse the lad for his bike, which had exploded in somewhat spectacular fashion thanks to the trouble she’d caused him. Her big bunny ears perked up.

“Eh? Spit it out then, sugarplum! And let’s get to it!”

Alice flexed her arm at Myles confidently, flashing him a smile. Honestly, she wasn’t confident about much of anything when it came to her skills. It had been years since she’d been able to do… just about anything. Freedom was certainly going to take some getting used to… She hated the idea that she’d become a slave to the routine of her imprisonment. She bounced from one metal foot to the other just to test out her movement. It wasn’t as easy as she’d like, but at least it felt natural. Cold hard metal didn’t seem to want to let her down like her own body had.

“I’m eager to put this body and fruit of mine to work.”

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Alice | #dda0dd | Post Count: 3

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Cedwyn's face was stone cold as Johannes looked him up and down. Thanks to his unassuming figure, he looked more like a bean sprout than a fighter and Johannes saw this as an opportunity to make some extra money. Cedwyn was also still wearing his lab coat and glasses, so the stereotypical nerd look worked in his favor to prevent unnecessary strife. For a moment, he thought his intuition might be wrong, and that the person in front of him was nothing more than some loser kid with an ego, but the look in Ced's eye was anything but ordinary. With all of this to consider, Johannes finally spoke up.

"Hmm, I suppose it couldn't hurt. Just don't be too disappointed if you leave here with a few bruises and broken ribs! Hehe... I'll go get ready. I would recommend you do the same, kid."

After stating that, Johannes left to change into his 'challenge' outfit, which consisted of a heavily decorated Gi containing the emblems of several schools that had since shut down on this particular island or moved to another island. Johannes was skilled, but underhanded, which is what won him the majority of his victories, including the very school they were standing in. Cedwyn simply sighed to himself and removed his glasses, handing them to B33 before loosening and removing his tie, jacket, and shirt. His body was well-muscled but lean, with scars covering several portions of it. His slacks were remarkably easy to move in, as he had designed them to be useful in the case that he had to fight one of his creations.

After ten minutes, Johannes finally returned to witness Cedwyn's cold eyes staring him down as he stretched. The lanky boy he saw before was gone, and by his eyes alone, Johannes could tell what he was about to face now was no man, but a monster. The fee was paid, and forfeiture would mean losing his dojo, his badges, and his pride. He knew he would have to rely on underhanded methods for this fight, not that he had planned any differently. As the two of them entered on opposites sides of the mat, one of the students stood on the outside of the ring, clearly petrified of the events unfolding in front of him and started to list out the rules.

"A-alright! This is a match between the challenger and our g-glorious... master... Sensei Johannes! Fighters must stay i-inside the ring at all times, failure to do so will result in immediate disqualification and forfeiture of all prizes. Anything goes. Prepare yourselves!"

Cedwyn's feet were perfectly parallel to the edge of the ring. His arms were at his side and the blank, emotionless stare on his face was erased by the slightest smirk visible only by his opponent. Johannes, on the other hand, was in a low stance with one arm in front and the other behind him, his legs spread wide apart to make it practically impossible for him to be taken off of his feet.

"F-fight!" Came the meek voice of the would-be referee.

Immediately, Johannes sprang into action, flinging himself forward with what would be a powerful punch aimed at the diaphragm of Cedwyn, had Cedwyn not predicted this movement ahead of time and moved one foot forward in unison with an arm on the same side moving carefully at an angle, palm side up and his fingers together to imitate a knife. With a deep breath out, time nearly slowed for a minute as the forward hand knocked the fist of Johannes off target, forcing him to lose his balance as a swift palm met his abdomen, stealing the breath from his lungs. Stumbling back, he realized that this was one of his most advanced techniques that only the top of the class ever gets to learn. It was now that he started to piece things together. Though he still didn't know whom he was facing, it was clear it was one of his former students.

"Who... are you...?"

"Oh, that hurts Sensei! You don't recognize your old student? My name is Cedwyn. Cedwyn Dacus. Try not to forget it this time, old man."

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Cedwyn Dacus | Falu Red #8f1414 | Post Count:4

[Kami-Gaz]

The Robot whose internal conflicts with war and medicine quickly rose up after sitting the child that was now smiling and seemingly happier on to the floor. Watching the initial challenge of Johannes had helped to remedy the mental wounds the boy had received. This was good. B33 headed over to her master and happily received his glasses, coat and shirt, folding them up and placing them to the side as she moved to inspect the other students.

In the eight minutes and thirty two seconds she needed to give each one a quick glance over and treating the worst injuries she returned to the man who was to be this dojo’s saviour. “Mas- Cedwynn… Multiple of the younger students have broken ribs, nothing more than a fracture, severe bruising to multiple limbs and one has a compound fracture to his wrist.” She said, her robotic eyes flared red as a feeling that gave her the urge to fight on their behalf had arisen… was this genuine anger? Curious, she will need to ignore it for now and talk to the man she called master later about it. “I bound the one with the wrist injury but the rest need to take time to recover and not strain themselves too much otherwise those broken ribs may perforate their lungs and that will be a slow death on their part.” She twisted her head and looked back to all of the students who were now sat with the original boy she had treated and gave them a firm nod.

The robot looked back to her master. “Mentally they need to witness this man being beaten as they have. I recommend you do not hold back, even if he cries for mercy.” She moved back just as Johannes reappeared in the main dojo. This was not her fight, though she very much wanted it to be so.

The caring robot that was hiding her murderous rage returned to the students, picking the smallest one up again and sitting him in her lap. With a smile designed to give a calming effect she looked at each one of the children. “Don’t worry! Master Ced has this handled!” She spoke softly as one of the older and uninjured students stood to make the announcement. B33 watched it and saw the student step back as the fight commenced.

With Cedwynn’s clear early push she giggled and raised the small boys hands again as if he was a puppet. “Woot! That’s my master everyone! Next time punch half an inch higher and break his sternum!” She shouted over, knowing where was best to land a hit like that to instantly end a fight. From the looks of the power Ced had put into it he could have easily done more, was he just aiming to draw this out so the students could recognise and feel good watching the Sensei person get beaten up like they had been?

[Sam]

Assuming Alice wanted to take care of the money Myles handed it all over. In all honesty he was okay with that prospect, after all it was clear to him that he wasn't exactly the best at managing cash. Alice on the other hand seemed like so, that said... three million indeed wasn't bad.

At least it could get them some short lodging for a few days at a local inn or something. But they very much needed more especially if they wanted things like food and most importantly to get out of Arabara. Staying here wasn't exactly a good idea especially with two bounties over their heads.

"Well... I've heard from some people back in Yamagaiku that Arabara has Dojo one where you can make money by fighting. You sort of bet your money and if you win you get your cash and more."

He explained and nodded sagely.

"I happen to be a great fighter and honestly Alice you aren't too bad yourself. So this should be a piece of cake!"

Myles said excitedly lifting his arms up, truth be told the boy just wanted an excuse to punch someone in the face. The satisfaction of being in a fight would never go away for him. It had been so deeply ingrained into him from early on. Been a part of who he was... branded in his brain. He needed to let out that inner spark of fury and get into a good thrash. Just for a bit. Conveniently this would also net him a great sum of cash.

"So waddaya say?"

He hunched over to be at eye-level with Alice, there was a toothy grin spread across his face. His pink hair ruffled in the wind.

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