Weapons Raid! The beginning of a friendship! (Ren)

[Masta Deltron]

After drifting around for a while, Shiro was in some need of a lot of goods. He was not one to be a common thief, but sometimes you got to do what you need to do. He was a very intelligent lad who was a master con artist. He was last seen on Stetson Island planning a huge job. Yet, it would be hard to be a one man army. He did not have the gear for it, even with his skills as a shooter, swordsman, and fighter he would get overwhelmed by the Cobra Kings Gang. So he was on a search for a worthy partner to help him pull this job off.

The issue was, it was hard trying to find someone worthy of being called partner. On the island he spent most of his time inside of the pub, beating people at all sorts of drinking games. This is he made the bulk of his money, besides making trashy weapons for bounty hunters. Little did some know, Shiro has a very high metabolism which lets him process the alcohol that travels through his body a lot faster than normal. This also lets him eat a lot without gaining any weight.

Inside of the pub a lot of people gathered around Shiro and a bounty hunter. This man had foolishly challenged him to a drinking contest. Winner would take away everything they put up for the bets. The stakes were very high at this point. The man was large so he was able to take in a lot of booze with even flinching. This did not bother the cocky Shiro, it was just another person that was willing to lose everything to him.

Shiro had already placed his prized Thrasher, and all the money he had. The man had seen his bet, with his prized cleaver, a large Axe and all the money he had. They were going through drinks like a fat kid in a candy store. People were cheering both of the contenders on like crazy. Slowly the large man began to become drunk as time went by.

The bet was to see who could drink the most without passing out or throwing up. So far the large man was losing.

[Renegade]

After drifting from island to island on his small little boat, literally it was the size of a row boat, Reynard arrives on Stetson Island, a small island in west blue. The place was bustling, and it was clear that there were a large amount of Bounty Hunters lurking around. In fact, Reynard figured they had to compose at least fifty percent of the population, if not more. It was an ominous sign for most pirates who came to the island.

Fortunately for him, Reynard was no normal pirate. He was a very special pirate, one with something on his side that would prevent the Bounty Hunters from ever going after him. That something? He had no bounty. Sure, it sounds lame, but at the present point in time Reynard didn't much care to think of his chances of survival if he did have a bounty. They would be very, very, very low. In fact, they were so low that proper grammar wouldn't allow him to say enough "very's".

As he passes by a bar, he hears a loud ruckus going on inside of the building. Smiling pleasantly, he decides it was a place for a good time, and he walks in to the shouts of people crowded around a large mand and a much smaller man having a drink off. It was clear that the smaller man had the advantage, seeing as the larger one was beginning to sway in his seat from the alcohol. The site was pretty interesting to watch, however it was difficult to see over all of the people in the way.

Smiling mischeviously, Reynard activates his devil fruit power and decreases his body's weight to only a few ounces. He then jumps up into the air and lands lightly on a spectator's shoulders. From there he steps lightly from one man to the next until he is sitting on the shoulder of the larger man in the drinking contest. Peering down at the table, he watches with a grin as the man grabs another drink and begins to chug it.

For the next 10 or 15 minutes, Reynard watched the entire affair from his position on the man's shoulder, laughing and cheering with everyone else. Finally, though, the man's eyes roll back in his head and he begins to fall backwards to the ground. Jumping up in the air swiftly, Reynard lands on the floor gently, his weight returning to normal. Crouching down next to the large man, he chuckles and says, "I can think of someone who is going to wet the bed tonight."

The laughter from the rest of the crowd can be heard ringing out onto the streets, and without missing a beat the party continues as two new men step up and begin to drink.

[Masta Deltron]

While in the moment of drinking Shiro noticed another man gently float down onto the big man’s shoulder. He kind of choked for a moment as he saw this. “The hell? Only a devil fruit user could do this kind of thing.” He thought. He continued to drink on, the man joined right into the party. Shiro figured he wasn’t here to cause any type of issue so he dismissed him as another fan. He stopped drinking for a moment, “Hey you don’t look so good.” He chuckled. Shortly afterwards the man’s eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out. The man who was sitting on his shoulder easily floated off the man’s shoulder before he passed out. Shiro stood up and jumped onto the table, “Another win! Kenpai! Everyone have one on me!” The crowd cheered and the waiters came around with drinks and the party continued on. The float man crouched down next to the big man and made a joke.

“I can think of someone who is going to wet the bed tonight." The float man said. Everyone began to laugh, including Shiro. He jumped off the table and walked up to the man. He looked into his face, “Thanks for the money and weapon. Don’t worry I will make sure it finds a good home.” He explained to the incapacitated man. Shiro poked the man to make sure he was still alive. He began to load up his winnings when a group of men burst through the doors. “Where is that little bastard!” one of the men yelled. Shiro knew exactly who it was, it was the Cobra Gang. The party was over, everyone became silent. “Where is Shiro!” the man yelled again. “Damnit, I was having a good day too.” Shiro thought. He stood up and turned around, “Well if it isn’t my best customers.” He sighed.

“This weapon you sold me is a piece of sh!t.” the man yelled. This angered Shiro deeply, “What did you say you asshole?” he angrily replied. “You heard me, what are you gonna do about it?” The man said as he stepped out of the light. A group of men walked up behind him as he folded his arms. “Now we can do this the easy way and you just give me a refund. Also you can give me that fancy sword of yours.” The man explained. “Hows about no.” Shiro said calmly.

Shiro was not one to take people lightly when they bad mouthed his weapons and gadgets. The group stared him down and began to walk forward. People began to clear out of the bar quickly because this was not going to end pretty.

[Renegade]

As Shiro walks up to claim his prize from the incapacitated man below them, Reynard continues to grin and listens quietly to what he says. It was a bit strange to see someone talk so seriously to a man who wasn't even capable of hearing it, but he was nobody to judge other people for being weird. After all, Reynard was about as quirky as they come.

He opens his mouth to say something, but suddenly a large gang burst in trhough the doors, yelling and clearly quite angry. After calling several times for a man named Shiro, and getting no response, the man beside Reynard calmly addresses the two men. As they exchange words, Reynard frowns, clearly able to see that this entire affair was getting out of hand, and going to lead to a large bar fight. Being someone who was, on the whole, against fighting, Reynard decides to step in and try to alleviate the situation.

As the group begins to approach, Reynard steps between them and Shiro and puts up his hands in a surrenduring gesture, smiling pleasantly. "Now, now guys, is all of the yelling and cursing really necessary? I mean, if you really want a new weapon all you need to do is ask kindly. I'm sure Shiro over here would be happy to forge you a better one as long as you pay," he says to the leader, rubbing the back of his head with his hand.

The man's eyes narrow, clearly becoming more angry with the intrustion. "You want me to pay for another piece of shit from this worthless weaponsmith? To hell with that. Now get out of the way you little pissant," he says, grabbing a club from one of his cronies and swinging it viciously at Reynard.

Eyes raising in a brief moment of surprise, Reynard lifts up his hand and turns the edge of it towards the weapon. In the instant that the large club come into contact with his hand, Reynard decreases the density of the weapon until it was the equivalent of a stick of warm butter. His hand then shears off the end of the club, cutting it in half as it passes through it. As soon as the weapons ends contact with his hand, the density returns to normal and the weapon is cleanly cut in half, leaving the large group of men stunned.

Shaking his head, Reynard sighs and says, "Now was that really necessary?"

[Masta Deltron]

Shiro watched carefully at the events that just unfolded right before his eyes. He just cut through this man’s weapon like it was butter. He could not help but laugh but this did not help his case. The men were stunned for a moment. “How dare you embarrass me like that!” the man yelled as he reached for a sword. Shiro was not going to let him do that, he pulled out his Heavy Revolver Chaos. With lighting speed he shot the man in the shoulder, because the rounds were larger it would do more than would him.

The bullet hit his shoulder, launching him and 3 of the guys back through the door. The round easily pierced the man’s bone, breaking it. He writhed in pain on the ground, the other guys walked up to him “What are you doing kill those Assholes!” the leader yelled as he squirmed on the ground.

Shiro kept the smoking gun pointed at the group of Gang members, “Well what’s it going to be? I have nine more rounds and plenty of ammo left. There is enough to go around.” He explained. The members looked at each other and began to question their leader’s orders. “Well!?” he yelled at the top of his lungs. The gang ran to their leader and picked him up. “Don’t worry we will be back!” one of them yelled. They took off running towards their hideout.

“I look forward to it!” Shiro yelled back. He grabbed his things and walked up to the guy from before. “That is some power you got there, and my name is Shiro if you hadn’t heard, Shiro Ranzu. We should get out of here before they come back with more men” He explained to the man. He began to walk out of the door, “We can head back to my place if you don’t have anything else better to do.”

[Renegade]

After successfully cutting through the man's club, he unintentionally seemed to make the mammoth even matter. Shaking his head, he found himself wondering how people could be so utterly ridiculous at times like this. In fact, at this point things were only escalating. The man, now clearly more angry than he was before, assuming that was possible, was reaching for a sword with which he was going to strike Reynard. Now, while Reynard was perfectly capable of grabbing his own sword and easily ending the man where he stood, he really wanted to avoid fighting. As he turns on his heel in preparation to run, he suddenly hears several gunshots sound from behind him.

Freezing, his eyes spreading as wide as a deer in the headlights, Reynard slowly turns his head toward Shiro. Behind him cries can be heard as the leader of the gang is yelling for the others to continue the attack, however he soon hears them all scrambling off and making threats about "next times" and "we'll get you's". After they leave, Reynard continues to look at Shiro like a frightened deer, preparing to scamper off.

The man introduces himself as Shiro, a name that Reynard notes as he sighs and shakes his head. "Not that I don't appreciate when someone helps me or anything, but did you have to step in? I was kind of hoping to avoid any violence and deter them by destroying every weapon they were going to bring at me," he says, his voice slightly exasperated. Reaching over his shoulder, he adjusts the large katana on his back so that it is in a more comfortable position.

"Oh yeah, and my name is Reynard, but you can just call me Rey. Now, while I typically would rather stay at this bar and have a nice time with all of the beautiful ladies, I suppose it just isn't right of me to put them in harm's away for my simple pleasure. I suppose I'll take you up on your offer for a place to crash," he says, calmly following the man out of the building and back onto the streets.

[Masta Deltron]

“Well I couldn’t let you have all the fun, and besides they would have fought anyways.” Shiro said as he smiled. He placed Thrasher on his back and snapped Chaos back into its holster. “I will just call you Rey if that’s ok. Well we better get a move on it, they will be back and there will be a lot more.” He explained. The two walked into the street, there was a lot of people watching them as they walked out. “Seems we had a audience,” he began to wave people off. “Hey hey nothing to see here the party is over, I am going home.” He said loudly. The crowd dispersed, going about their daily business. The streets were filled with people as the two made their way to Shiro’s place. They would walk a few blocks before they got to the shop, which also happened to be his house.

“I have never seen you around these parts Rey, you new here?” he asked. He stopped to look at some scrap metal that was sitting on the side of the street for a moment. He placed his bag down and looked through the metal. Some people called him a dumpster diver but he did not care. His father always told him “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.” There were some katana parts and some old gun metal. He threw it into his bag and continued onto the street. They got closer to the shop, but something was wrong. The door was destroyed, “Oh no.” he said as he dropped everything and ran in.

The shop was completely trashed; everything in the shop was vandalized. There was the word fake painted on the wall. All his goods were trashed or stolen. Everything was ruined; he began to scream out vulgar words and profanities to show his anger. Shiro walked through the broken door to check on his room. Everything was torn apart, the safe had been cracked open (literally.) and something stood out that angered him even more. There on the wall it was the symbol of the cobras. “That’s the last straw, its go time.” He said calmly.

[Renegade]

Reynard follows Shiro out of the bar quietly, listening as he comments he couldn't let Reynard have all of the fun. Sighing, Reynard looks down at the ground and shakes his head, frustrated that the other man had misunderstood his intentions. He wasn't trying to hoard the fight, or even have a fight at all. He was just trying to stop the fight from happening and gotten them to run. With his skill and abilities, he was positive they eventually would have. It was just a matter of time and patience.

When asked if he has been on the island long, Reynard shakes his head and answers, "Nope! In fact, I just arrived a few hours ago. I've been drifting from island to island on my little boat for months, and the tide just so happened to dump me off here."

Reynard pauses, about to continue, when he sees Shiro stop and go dumpster diving for a few random scraps of metal. Tilting his head slightly to the side, he lifts an eyebrow and the man's actions in wonder before simply shrugging it off and shaking his head. Everyone had their quirks, including Reynard. Who was he to judge someone who had a hobby of jumping into smelly piles of garbage and fishing around for things?

As Shiro presses forward, he sudden hears him mutter the words "Oh no" before darting forward and entering what seemed to be a very beat up building. Following him toward the shop, he pokes his head in for a moment and blinks at the wreckage laying about the place. Frowning, he decides to give Shiro a moment to gather himself, and wisely takes up a position outside of the door, leaning back casually against the wall.

After several minutes, he notices Shiro emerge out of the corner of his eye. Glancing at him, he hears him say that it was the last straw and it was time to get even. Without making a sound, he quietly follows Shiro while contemplating ways to avoid actually hurting any of their enemies. He didn't personally care fo vengeance, but at the same time he wasn't one to go and let his friends get beat up just because the enemy outnumbered them.

[Masta Deltron]

“Well looks like I have to put my plan into action faster than planned.” He thought to himself. He began to move the debris and trash around to find the switch. “This place is a mess, you must excuse me.” He said calmly. After some careful shifting he found the switch that was under the fallen bookcase. He lifted the hidden panel in the ground. A red button was revealed and Shiro let out a sigh of relief.

“Well the good thing is that they did not find my special room.” He said with a smile. He pushed the button and then things began to shake and shift. The floor board that was in front of him began to move back. The debris that was on it moved to the side revealing a door in the ground. A panel was on the door with some numbers. He put in the code, “1092,” the door opened up, revealing an extra room.

“Rey you can come in if you like.” He said as he descended into the room. It was his special lab and armory. This is where all of his work was done to craft his weapons. The room began to light up as he walked down the middle of it. He threw his jacket onto the hook and began to look for something. “Well Rey you are the first one to see my special place. Welcome to my Man cave.” He said with a huge smile.

There were several different types of weapons that hung along the wall. He grabbed his goggles and placed them on his fore head. “Rey, even though I just meant you. You are the only person I can trust at this point. I have something big planned, but I cannot do it alone. I am too well known on this island. I need your help to pull this plan off.” He explained.
He began to look through his files and pulled out some books and maps.

“Before I can explain my big plan to you, I need to know I can trust you.” Shiro said calmly.

[Renegade]

As Shiro turns back into the house, beckoning him to follow, Reynard enters the trashed home and casually looks around. Before him he sees a huge mess, one in which he saw Shiro began to once again dig through, this time seeming to be seeking something out. Finally, he flips a switch and opens a secret door, one that leads to an area that was untouched in the mayhem.

Following Shiro through the door, Reynard enters the man's "mancave" and chuckles a bit when he calls it by that. Looking around he sees several different strange weapons all hanging on the wall. Every one of them seemed like a cross between two different weapons, and they all seemed a bit...dangerous? Shrugging, Reynard turns toward Shiro in time to see the man put some goggles on his head and begin to talk. After listening for a few moments, Reynard sits down casually on a chair and looks at Shiro, his eyes betraying him being uncharacteristically serious.

"Whether you trust me or not is completely down to you, however I'm not going to go out of my way to earn it. Know this, though. If you seek my help in whatever it is you are planning, and I'm sure it will involve revenge in some way, I will not go and pick a fight. I will do everything in my power to avoid drawing my blade, and, as you've seen, there is a lot I can do without having to touch my weapon. I will do nothing to cause any bodily harm to these people unless I am left with no other choice. If you understand this, then I will help you. If not, well I'm afraid you'll have to find someone else to help you in your little endeavor," he says, the last sentence changing from his serious tone to a more carefree one that is accompanied by a grin.

[Masta Deltron]

After hearing Rey’s words Shiro had a smile that reached from ear to ear. He reached into the drawer and pulled out a large roll of paper. It was a tattered old map that he had made sure to keep hidden. “Well if it all goes according to plan there will be no need to fight, not to mention the two of us would not be able to deal with the entire gang.” He explained. He turned to a large white board where he pinned the map onto the wall. Then he turned the light on, illuminating the map. It was an elaborate map of the city. Everything was on it, buildings, sewage, choke points, and the cobra gang hideout. On the map there were several red and blue markings. “Alright since I take it that you are in on this action, I can explain the big plan.”

Shiro stepped back and placed his hand on his chin. “Ok there is a party that is going to take place in about a day. Everyone is going to be there, it is come as you please. If you had not noticed the Cobra Gang and I don’t really like each other. This is where you come in Rey. I need you to go into the party and be my eyes and ears while I raid the vault. At the same time you will need to set my explosives around the building.” He explained as he pointed to several red markings.

Shiro then pointed to the custom made explosives hanging on the wall. “These bombs have been set all around the city in our escape routes. Also they have been set under various places of the cities. They are placed in non lethal points, so no innocent bystanders would be caught in the crossfire. These detonators will be what set off the explosives. I want to hit them were it hurts, In their pockets.” He said as he slammed his hand onto the map.

“Are you in?”

[Renegade]

As he listens to Shiro, Reynard begins to frown, a face that only deepens as he continues. Bombs. If there was something that Reynard had always hated, it was bombs. They were messy, hard to control, and had the potential to actually hit nothing that it was meant to. Frankly, they were ugly and lacked any sort of refinement. Not to mention, they tended to not give their targets a chance to legitimately defend themselves. Sighing, Reynard leans casually against the wall and looks at Shiro evenly.

"Look, I'm not sure how I feel about this. Bombs are...messy. And their really isn't any guarantee that an innocent won't be caught up as collateral damage. I mean...surely there's another way to go about this other than blowing up everything in sight. Something with more...I dunno, finesse?" he asks, shrugging his shoulders hopefully, but without much confidence.

Walking forward, he looks down and studies the map and the points in which the bombs were meant to be placed. Studying them quietly, he notices that each was placed an even distance around the outside of the building, all of them meant to give them cover as they escaped. Grabbing a pen from nearby, he begins making markings directly between the spot of each explosive, doubling the amount that was already there.

Looking back up at Shiro, he smirks and points to the markings he added saying, "Smoke bombs. They will conceal us better, and the smell of the smoke will make it hard to track us by scent using animals. Not to mention, the risk of collateral damage is severely reduced. However, if they do manage to follow us and I'm left with no other choice, then I will fight them. That, I promise."

[Masta Deltron]

Shiro begins to frown and pout because he really wanted to blow everything up. “But but, explosions….boom here and there wouldn’t hurt anyone…” he pouted for a moment. Yet, his new friend was right, they were too messy and just attract unwanted attention. This would only complicate things futher. He stopped pouting and sat down in his work chair. “Fine, you win this bout my friend, we will use the high density smoke bombs. I will just use the bombs on the ships that will try to follow us. After we get in and do the job I don’t plan to stay here much longer. Well, if we have to fight then more power to us then.” He explained.

Then as time would go on, Shiro modified a lot of the bombs to blow when another went off. These bombs would be placed on the ships that maybe used to pursue them. Meanwhile the smoke bombs would cover their escape hopefully. “Well, I guess we better go set these bad boys up and get ready for this party. From what I understand this party is formal…and I have no suit.” He said with a smirk.

He got up from his chair and put his jacket back on. “Well I guess we need to go shopping then eh?” he asked.