Post by puck on May 29, 2011 13:11:54 GMT -5
Mission #34: Participate in the underground fight club tournament on Eldoran Island. Of course there is no proof that such a fight club even exists. Along with the rumor is that recently there has been a Zoan user fighting in the tournament. So watch out, for the zoan user and the Marines on the island who have banned such events.
Well...this sucked.
Somehow, when he sent her out on this journey, Puck doubted very much that her father had situations like this in mind. But, then again, maybe he did. Her father, though stern and strict, always did have a kind of twisted sense of humor, and seeing her like she was now might have made him somewhat amused. And, despite the nature of her being right now, Puck was amused, for several reasons. One, yeah...she could have used her new found powers to get out of this situation...or, well, try. But her life out of her house had taught her to keep an ace up her sleeve, and the consumption of whatever Devil Fruit it was that had given her those powers was it.
The second reason why she was amused was because of how she got into this situation in the first place. Her father (and all her friends she ever gambled with) had always said she was protected by the goddess of Dumb Luck. Gambling with Puck was a sure way to lose your money, they would always say, so do it at your own risk. Unfortunately for the rest of the world, they didn't know that. To them, Puck was a crazy, flirty chick with a tendency to grope barmaids, and she looked like such an easy mark with the way she drank and threw her money around. Inviting her to a game of...whatever, was so easy!! Half explain the rules, halfway show her how it's done and they might even have a wench who'd pay them back by laying on her back.
Well...things didn't go quite as planned.
Several hours later, Puck was on the verge of breaking a whole crew of their winnings. She had Beri, clothes, jewelery, weapons and tools, more then she knew what to do with. And the whole time, she did what she always did; smack talked and drank. She barley noticed that the crew of people she was playing against were pirates, barley noticed their anger at her words or how well she was doing. She barley noticed the captain of said crew when he put up the ship!! She went about her business of barley paying attention to the game and instead focusing on the barmaid she had on her lap (who was lavished on the jewelery Puck had been winning) and drinking more of whatever the sweet, somewhat fruity drink she had been consuming the whole night.
So when the crew all ganged up on her, that was when she started to pay attention.
But not much. The crew and the captain took back their belongings (even from the protesting barmaid) and shackled up Puck, thinking on what to do with her. Even in her intoxicated state, Puck figured if they got too “hands on” or violent, she'd show them what she was really about. But a day later she was thrust into another experience she knew she could and would come to love – the fight pits. Or whatever they called them.
Two days later she was still fighting, the pirate crew that had “captured” her still betting on her as she tore through the competition. Some won, some lost but they all had a good time, which Puck appreciated since, after awhile, she was starting to get a little tired. Also beat up. While she prided herself on her martial arts abilities and was confident she could rip apart any fighter she was put up against, that didn't mean she couldn't get hurt. Or punched/kicked in the face really hard. Getting hit was inevitable, and she didn't want to disappoint the crowd. They loved her!! She put on a good show.
So yes. Now, sitting in what she considered a cozy cell, she drank some of the water that was given to her and poured it over her head. The water cascaded down her burning brown skin and settled comfortably down her shirt, which was quite dirty by now, and she sighed heavily. At least they allowed her showers. Women were, anyways, the guys just rotted in their stench. They didn't seem to mind though, but Puck would have murdered for a hot bath instead of a five minute shower in which she was leered at by whatever guard was on duty.
Feh. Modesty wasn't her thing anyways.
Another sigh escaped her lips as she touched the tender part under her right eye, feeling how swollen it was becoming and estimating how long it was going to be before it closed shut completely. The last guy got in a good shot, and the result was that she was probably going to fight mostly blind on her right side. It was a handicap that would have crippled most...and for Puck it was no different. She fell back on the “cot” that served as her bed and forced herself to breath evenly. There was no use in worrying, and as per usual, she had her ace up her sleeve. If things got too out of hand, a well timed explosion usually solved many a problem.
So, Puck thanked the goddess of Dumb Luck, wherever she was, that she was being shown such a good time. And yeah, she missed home and her father and her horde of tentative, yet willing to please maids, but this...this was fun, she had to admit. Gambling, winning, fighting...yeah. This was how one took their minds off a tortured past and how one lived in the moment. Because without this, Puck would be trying to find the next step above sleeping with the various women back on Viktas, and seeing how much trouble she could get into in various other ways.
Now, at least she had an excuse.
“Yer up again, Puck.”
No rest for the wicked, as they say, and Puck slowly stood, stretching hugely before patting the guard on the shoulder.
“Ara, ara, so soon Benjamin?” she smiled brightly, flashing her perfect white teeth which contrasted starkly on her dark and somewhat bruised face. “I am beginning to think they like seeing me suffer.”
The guard shook his head as he closed the cell door and escorted Puck to the arena. He'd never seen a fighter like Puck, and doubted he ever would again. But if he didn't know any better, he would swear up and down that the brown skinned woman wanted to die.
Well...this sucked.
Somehow, when he sent her out on this journey, Puck doubted very much that her father had situations like this in mind. But, then again, maybe he did. Her father, though stern and strict, always did have a kind of twisted sense of humor, and seeing her like she was now might have made him somewhat amused. And, despite the nature of her being right now, Puck was amused, for several reasons. One, yeah...she could have used her new found powers to get out of this situation...or, well, try. But her life out of her house had taught her to keep an ace up her sleeve, and the consumption of whatever Devil Fruit it was that had given her those powers was it.
The second reason why she was amused was because of how she got into this situation in the first place. Her father (and all her friends she ever gambled with) had always said she was protected by the goddess of Dumb Luck. Gambling with Puck was a sure way to lose your money, they would always say, so do it at your own risk. Unfortunately for the rest of the world, they didn't know that. To them, Puck was a crazy, flirty chick with a tendency to grope barmaids, and she looked like such an easy mark with the way she drank and threw her money around. Inviting her to a game of...whatever, was so easy!! Half explain the rules, halfway show her how it's done and they might even have a wench who'd pay them back by laying on her back.
Well...things didn't go quite as planned.
Several hours later, Puck was on the verge of breaking a whole crew of their winnings. She had Beri, clothes, jewelery, weapons and tools, more then she knew what to do with. And the whole time, she did what she always did; smack talked and drank. She barley noticed that the crew of people she was playing against were pirates, barley noticed their anger at her words or how well she was doing. She barley noticed the captain of said crew when he put up the ship!! She went about her business of barley paying attention to the game and instead focusing on the barmaid she had on her lap (who was lavished on the jewelery Puck had been winning) and drinking more of whatever the sweet, somewhat fruity drink she had been consuming the whole night.
So when the crew all ganged up on her, that was when she started to pay attention.
But not much. The crew and the captain took back their belongings (even from the protesting barmaid) and shackled up Puck, thinking on what to do with her. Even in her intoxicated state, Puck figured if they got too “hands on” or violent, she'd show them what she was really about. But a day later she was thrust into another experience she knew she could and would come to love – the fight pits. Or whatever they called them.
Two days later she was still fighting, the pirate crew that had “captured” her still betting on her as she tore through the competition. Some won, some lost but they all had a good time, which Puck appreciated since, after awhile, she was starting to get a little tired. Also beat up. While she prided herself on her martial arts abilities and was confident she could rip apart any fighter she was put up against, that didn't mean she couldn't get hurt. Or punched/kicked in the face really hard. Getting hit was inevitable, and she didn't want to disappoint the crowd. They loved her!! She put on a good show.
So yes. Now, sitting in what she considered a cozy cell, she drank some of the water that was given to her and poured it over her head. The water cascaded down her burning brown skin and settled comfortably down her shirt, which was quite dirty by now, and she sighed heavily. At least they allowed her showers. Women were, anyways, the guys just rotted in their stench. They didn't seem to mind though, but Puck would have murdered for a hot bath instead of a five minute shower in which she was leered at by whatever guard was on duty.
Feh. Modesty wasn't her thing anyways.
Another sigh escaped her lips as she touched the tender part under her right eye, feeling how swollen it was becoming and estimating how long it was going to be before it closed shut completely. The last guy got in a good shot, and the result was that she was probably going to fight mostly blind on her right side. It was a handicap that would have crippled most...and for Puck it was no different. She fell back on the “cot” that served as her bed and forced herself to breath evenly. There was no use in worrying, and as per usual, she had her ace up her sleeve. If things got too out of hand, a well timed explosion usually solved many a problem.
So, Puck thanked the goddess of Dumb Luck, wherever she was, that she was being shown such a good time. And yeah, she missed home and her father and her horde of tentative, yet willing to please maids, but this...this was fun, she had to admit. Gambling, winning, fighting...yeah. This was how one took their minds off a tortured past and how one lived in the moment. Because without this, Puck would be trying to find the next step above sleeping with the various women back on Viktas, and seeing how much trouble she could get into in various other ways.
Now, at least she had an excuse.
“Yer up again, Puck.”
No rest for the wicked, as they say, and Puck slowly stood, stretching hugely before patting the guard on the shoulder.
“Ara, ara, so soon Benjamin?” she smiled brightly, flashing her perfect white teeth which contrasted starkly on her dark and somewhat bruised face. “I am beginning to think they like seeing me suffer.”
The guard shook his head as he closed the cell door and escorted Puck to the arena. He'd never seen a fighter like Puck, and doubted he ever would again. But if he didn't know any better, he would swear up and down that the brown skinned woman wanted to die.