Post by Lord Bromosalino on Apr 24, 2012 12:23:01 GMT -5
Holding out an outstretched arm, Vincent watched for Nikolai’s reaction. It was only natural to see Nikolai in a state of shock, granted he had never witnessed a display of a Devil Fruit before this moment. But, as the man Vincent knew Nikolai to be, the immovable object had returned to his normal state, though he was wounded. Sitting himself down on a near by crate, Nikolai began to treat his wound, tying it up with a dark, magenta piece of cloth that had been forgotten on the floor. Creating a makeshift bandage to stop anymore blood from flowing out of his shoulder wound, Nikolai answered Vincent.
"Though I have fought many a lapdog of this cursed Government, never have I encountered these so called 'officers.' If there is a way I can return to my home, I will."
Ha, ‘officers,’ though Vincent to himself with an inwardly chuckle. That Junpei had been nothing more than lucky in dealing the strike and he himself was at the very bottom of the officer food chain. Still, if the fight were to drag on, they would be in serious trouble as Marines were always quick to bring reinforcements.
"If not...then I will help you realize this dream of yours."
With a new fire in his eyes, Vincent let out a hearty laughter. He had finally won Nikolai over! Gripping Nikolai’s forearm, the two had created a bond stronger than any steel that could be forged. Assisting his newfound comrade, Vincent helped pull the man to his feet. Though they had dealt with the Marines that had accompanied Junpei, and in spite of the wonderful blow that Nikolai had landed, the ensign was still down there, ready for them.
"Come, Vincent. Like you say, we mustn't dawdle. This Junpei may have called more soldiers to his side; this battle is not over.”
Taking a quick moment to mumble once more, this Nikolai seemed to do it quite a bit, the giant launched himself through the new door in the wall, landing in a rather ungraceful thud. Following suit, albeit much more gracefully, Vincent jumped out, his hands back in their usual spot; his pockets. Taking a moment to look around, Vincent had noticed that the majority of the crowd had taken cover; after all, they had seen a Marine officer smashed through a two story building and two men jump after him. Whatever was going to happen, no one wanted to be caught in the middle of it, yet none wanted to miss it. Besides the few lingering, brave souls out on the streets, nothing else seemed to move, or even breathe for that matter. The air felt tightened, and the ground was cold and rigid. Tension hung in the air, almost as if nature itself knew something that others where just catching onto.
Turning back towards Nikolai, Vincent saw a jet black hammer replace Nikolai’s once empty hand. Whatever skill Nikolai had with that weapon was sure to be devastating, even if he were to swing it around aimlessly. As Nikolai prepared himself by getting into a low, solid stance, four more Marines joined them, just as Vincent suspected would happen. Though this would not have been a problem if they were simple, common soldiers. However, one stood out. A man wearing a green jumpsuit, depicting his status as most officers usually wore their own choice of clothing. What was interesting was that, if the two were to stand side by side, this new officer stood of equal and impressive height as Nikolai.
“Ah, Lieutenant Thatcher! So nice of you to join us.”
“I swear, Jun. I'm always caught cleaning up your messes.”
Damn.
For the first time in nearly ten years, Vincent felt true fear. Here before him, a Marine Lieutenant had shown himself. Growing up on Marine bases, Vincent knew the power of a Marine Lieutenant and instantly recognized the danger that Vincent and Nikolai were in.
"Well fuck you too, Lieutenant. Just cause you outrank me doesn't mean you can-"
As far as speed went, Vincent was no slow poke. Yet, in the next blink of an eye, this Thatcher had covered a good sized distance and was in front of Junpei, who was already kneeling over from an punch to the gut that Vincent had nearly missed. Sometimes, Vincent had forgotten the true strength of a high ranking Marine, but now, he would have to face someone of Thatcher’s speed and strength.
"Treat you like shit? Was that what you were gonna' say? Actually...that's exactly what it means. So shut the fuck up, and take care of these pricks. So these are the guys giving you a hard time, Jun? They don't look much to me..."
Ignoring his hurt comrade, Thatcher’s disposition changed nearly instantaneously. He seemed, from Vincent’s perspective, very unstable, and that could be a dangerous thing.
"Tch, they may be scrubs, but they pack a punch; and that's kid's a Zoan-user. Jaguar Model."
With a devious smile making its way across Thatcher’s face, Vincent was on his guard immediately. Pulling out two spiked tonfa, Thatcher had made Vincent his target. Spinning them at great speeds, Thatcher let out a grin accompanied by a taunt.
"Well you don't say...You're mine, pussy cat."
An eye slightly twitching, Vincent allowed his emotions to get the better of him. That was one taunt that he could not ignore and Thatcher would pay for such an insult. Well, Thatcher would see just what kind of ‘pussy cat’ he had gotten himself mixed up with. Letting out an unearthly, ungodly growl, Vincent’s body went through the transformation. Looking down on Thatcher, Vincent’s tail eagerly twitched back and forth, claws extended and contracted in anger. But more than that, the vibrant green eyes told of a desire to rip the man to shreds, and Vincent would make good on his word.
"Though I have fought many a lapdog of this cursed Government, never have I encountered these so called 'officers.' If there is a way I can return to my home, I will."
Ha, ‘officers,’ though Vincent to himself with an inwardly chuckle. That Junpei had been nothing more than lucky in dealing the strike and he himself was at the very bottom of the officer food chain. Still, if the fight were to drag on, they would be in serious trouble as Marines were always quick to bring reinforcements.
"If not...then I will help you realize this dream of yours."
With a new fire in his eyes, Vincent let out a hearty laughter. He had finally won Nikolai over! Gripping Nikolai’s forearm, the two had created a bond stronger than any steel that could be forged. Assisting his newfound comrade, Vincent helped pull the man to his feet. Though they had dealt with the Marines that had accompanied Junpei, and in spite of the wonderful blow that Nikolai had landed, the ensign was still down there, ready for them.
"Come, Vincent. Like you say, we mustn't dawdle. This Junpei may have called more soldiers to his side; this battle is not over.”
Taking a quick moment to mumble once more, this Nikolai seemed to do it quite a bit, the giant launched himself through the new door in the wall, landing in a rather ungraceful thud. Following suit, albeit much more gracefully, Vincent jumped out, his hands back in their usual spot; his pockets. Taking a moment to look around, Vincent had noticed that the majority of the crowd had taken cover; after all, they had seen a Marine officer smashed through a two story building and two men jump after him. Whatever was going to happen, no one wanted to be caught in the middle of it, yet none wanted to miss it. Besides the few lingering, brave souls out on the streets, nothing else seemed to move, or even breathe for that matter. The air felt tightened, and the ground was cold and rigid. Tension hung in the air, almost as if nature itself knew something that others where just catching onto.
Turning back towards Nikolai, Vincent saw a jet black hammer replace Nikolai’s once empty hand. Whatever skill Nikolai had with that weapon was sure to be devastating, even if he were to swing it around aimlessly. As Nikolai prepared himself by getting into a low, solid stance, four more Marines joined them, just as Vincent suspected would happen. Though this would not have been a problem if they were simple, common soldiers. However, one stood out. A man wearing a green jumpsuit, depicting his status as most officers usually wore their own choice of clothing. What was interesting was that, if the two were to stand side by side, this new officer stood of equal and impressive height as Nikolai.
“Ah, Lieutenant Thatcher! So nice of you to join us.”
“I swear, Jun. I'm always caught cleaning up your messes.”
Damn.
For the first time in nearly ten years, Vincent felt true fear. Here before him, a Marine Lieutenant had shown himself. Growing up on Marine bases, Vincent knew the power of a Marine Lieutenant and instantly recognized the danger that Vincent and Nikolai were in.
"Well fuck you too, Lieutenant. Just cause you outrank me doesn't mean you can-"
As far as speed went, Vincent was no slow poke. Yet, in the next blink of an eye, this Thatcher had covered a good sized distance and was in front of Junpei, who was already kneeling over from an punch to the gut that Vincent had nearly missed. Sometimes, Vincent had forgotten the true strength of a high ranking Marine, but now, he would have to face someone of Thatcher’s speed and strength.
"Treat you like shit? Was that what you were gonna' say? Actually...that's exactly what it means. So shut the fuck up, and take care of these pricks. So these are the guys giving you a hard time, Jun? They don't look much to me..."
Ignoring his hurt comrade, Thatcher’s disposition changed nearly instantaneously. He seemed, from Vincent’s perspective, very unstable, and that could be a dangerous thing.
"Tch, they may be scrubs, but they pack a punch; and that's kid's a Zoan-user. Jaguar Model."
With a devious smile making its way across Thatcher’s face, Vincent was on his guard immediately. Pulling out two spiked tonfa, Thatcher had made Vincent his target. Spinning them at great speeds, Thatcher let out a grin accompanied by a taunt.
"Well you don't say...You're mine, pussy cat."
An eye slightly twitching, Vincent allowed his emotions to get the better of him. That was one taunt that he could not ignore and Thatcher would pay for such an insult. Well, Thatcher would see just what kind of ‘pussy cat’ he had gotten himself mixed up with. Letting out an unearthly, ungodly growl, Vincent’s body went through the transformation. Looking down on Thatcher, Vincent’s tail eagerly twitched back and forth, claws extended and contracted in anger. But more than that, the vibrant green eyes told of a desire to rip the man to shreds, and Vincent would make good on his word.