Post by EJ on Feb 23, 2018 16:56:02 GMT -5
1The Bazaar of Artisans was burning up, and it wasn’t just because of the scorching heat of the sun above that the natives of Zarzara were used to. Pirates were attacking the District of Spice Merchants, raising up an unruly riot that injured many and did worse to even more. It was an emotional sight for anyone with a heart, but for the scurvy dogs causing discord, it was nothing but fun and laughs. “Kahkahkah! Fear us! The Hammerhand Pirates!!” Shouted a buccaneer as he fired three shots into the sky before chugging down a large container of booze. “Oi! Don’t kill it, mate! Save some for the rest of us!” One of his partners nudged him. “Calm down! There’s plenty more around here! Just turn some stuff upside down and take it!!” After giving the other pirate a lesson in ‘Pillaging-a-Town 101,’ he shoved the jar into the dog’s chest prior to training his pistol in the direction of more fleeting civilians.
“ ‘Dis is why me ‘ate pirates!!” A certain little woman exclaimed to herself as she walked behind a three-story house. The owners had to be shut tight inside because all of the windows were sealed, and not a single soul came out to say anything about a stranger with a long rifle strapped to her back climbing over the gate around the back of their property. The brown-skinned girl sporting a black tank-top and baggy, dark brown cargo shorts made her way to a palm tree adjacent to the white plaster structure, scaling the trunk until she was high enough to hop from the tree onto the first level of roofing. The platform had just enough space for her to get a running start to run up the wall to the next level, stretching an arm out to grab hold of the ledge above her to pull herself onto the second tier. That level had a patio with stairs that lead up to the final level where the family had more things set up to lounge and enjoy a nice view of the streets below from a balcony. It was a perfect spot for a sniper to set up shop!
Drawing her flintlock sniper rifle, Papi, into her dominant left hand, the woman with the curly, medium length, white mop crouched low behind the wooden paling of the balcony, peeking over it with her exposed left eye. “Bastards!” She muttered to herself as her free hand dug into one of the pockets of her shorts, pulling out a black ball a bit bigger than your average lead pellet. She fed it to Papi before leaning the long weapon over the railing. “Er’ybati like tuh shyoot, but no wahn can aim!” Sure, the pirates hit people with their bullets, caused casualties even, but their accuracy rate was no better than a person gambling with dice! It was a sickening sight for an esteemed marksman to see such fodder degrading a tool of her art! The fiery, little chick snapped her fingers, bringing her hand over her heart before putting it in its proper place to hold Papi steady. It may have looked like some sort of ritual salute, but was actually the girl activating a supernatural power she had been cursed with! This power was... Well, time would surely reveal what the extraordinary power of the sniper was! She took aim at the men below as they went about their business, unknowing to the fact that someone was watching them from above.
“Kahkahkahkah!!” More shots rang in the streets from a staggering, drunk raider as he and his group of buddies shared laughs at the expense of the innocent’s anguish. “The capn’s name should gain more fame after alla this!!”
“I think you mean ‘in-famey,’ ” one of his cohorts tried to correct him, but was pronouncing the word, “infamy,” very much wrong. “At least, that’s the word he’s been using...”
“Shut up!” The drunken gunman wobbled around toward his crewmate. “I know what I’m saying!!” He took a few steps toward the man, his inebriated face showing that he had more to say to his friend before out of nowhere, he dropped to the ground as if someone had clocked him hard upside the head!
“Bahahaha!!” His boys laughed at him. “The fool is so drunk, he just passed out!” One of the men went to sit on the side of the road with the jar of booze in hand while another went to pick up their comrade’s gun. “I guess that’s a sign for us to take a lil’ break,” the guy said, starting to chug the alcohol sloppily. “Hey,” the new gunman began to speak, “Now that that greedy bastard is out, wanna take turns with the–” His words were cut short by the sight of a jar shattering to pieces right in a man’s face and said man slumping backwards as if he had fallen asleep! What tripped the guy out even more was that he didn’t even hear any sound coming from the weird situation! “Wh... What the he–” he was interrupted yet again by a rubber bullet to the head laying him out on the floor. The rest of the pirates looked at each other, inquiring what was going on. At first they were in control, but now fear was starting to settle in their hearts. What the hell was even in the booze of the Waq Waq Oasis?!
“Shiihiihii! Idiots...” The sniper laughed to herself, but no one would have heard; for she was the “Nullification Woman” who ate the Silent-Silent Fruit! She slipped another 41.1mm rubber bullet into Papi as she took aim at the other fools that were now looking like headless chickens. “Ay, Papi~! Tear ‘em up wahn by wahn~!” She continued to put bullets to pirates’ heads as they ran around wondering what was happening to them, though there were still some who were too busy pillaging to notice the dilemma of their mates. None of the men currently in her sights were the target she was after, but saving the lives of the faultless always came first to the bounty hunter many back in the Ciudadela Queendom knew as “White-Haired” Taylor!