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[Masta Deltron]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][classy=box2][style=float: left; position: absolute; margin-left: 55%; font-family: orator std; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;][classy=hiddenicon2][/classy] WORDS: 562 NOTES: Ready to get this started. [/style][/classy][classy=realicon2][style=font-family: orator std; font-size: 13px; text-align: center; text-transform; capitalize; background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; margin-top: 80%; width: 50px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;][/style][/classy][style=width: 300px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify;] Tancred stopped himself, with great difficulty, from nodding off to sleep. Again. Reading this book, a wonderfully cynical study of human nature, was so far, not turning out to be a success. Shaking his head and gritting his teeth he tried getting back to the passage he was at before his concentration had wandered. His eye fell on the relevant text and he started reading; "One of the most common misconceptions people have is thinking that the world is divided into good and bad. They are wrong of course; there are only bad people, but on different sides." Tancred had to admit defeat; as cheering as it was he was not in the mood for reading right now. No, he wanted something a bit more...invigorating. After all wasn't that the reason he had come to Saint Reia, a rebel island? 'Maybe it was the fact that the captain had threatened to kick you to the next island if you didn't depart at this one.' whispered the treacherous voice that was a constant companion to Tancred's mental process. So perhaps the captain was slightly unamused with Tancred's snide remarks at his personal hygiene. Or maybe it was the first mate who had gotten annoyed at his constant insistence's that the green bulge growing out of his toe was a bad sign. What was he to do about it? The important thing was that he had arrived. And even more importantly he had arrived in one piece. He shut his book with a snap and considered his nect course of action. There was a lot he could do, from irritating random strangers using the excuse of 'psychological study' to annoying fully grown doctors who scorned the idea that a mere 'child' could have any level of practical medical knowledge. Yet even that was strangely unappetizing to Tancred today. Heaving out a large sigh he made his way to a certain general goods store. The owner often let his daughter take care of the store, and while she was not that much younger than Tancred himself she was the devil for rumors. She had been able to fit in half a dozen scandals, several elopements and a divorce into a conversation of only five minutes. It had left Tancred slightly shell shocked, but if there was anything entertaining to do on Saint Reia that girl and her tongue would probably point the way to it. Walking in the general store he noticed the girl, a blonde immediately. Probably she would remember him; wait length hair on a man carrying a sword had attracted attention before. And heaven knows she had been curious enough the first time. "Hello Tiffany." he greeted her. He was pretty proud of remembering her name, he usually didn't have a memory for faces. "So, what's been going on in Saint Reia lately?" "You won't believe me if I told you Mr. Tanrad." she said. Tancred felt a tinge of annoyance at the abuse of his name but he let it pass. Tiffany lowered her voice to a whisper, which against all logic was still loud enough to carry throughout the shop; "Pirates!" she exclaimed. [/style]

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[Masta Deltron]

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[STYLE= float: left; border: 5px solid#bd3131; width: 183px; height: 382px; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: -50px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-topleft: 50; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50; background-image: url(http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h229/jay299/AS.png);][/style][STYLE=font-family: impact; font-size: 32px; text-align: center; margin-center: 0px; color: #bd3131; margin-top: -10px; text-shadow: 2px 0px 2px #000000; text-transform: lowercase;]James Grey![/style][STYLE=width: 266px; height: 352px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; background-color: #F9F5F5; color: #000000; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; border: 5px solid #bd3131; float:right; margin-top: -9px; margin-left: -90px;] The bell on the door made a loud chiming noise, as the tiny metal pole hit it. James pulled his hood back and began to look around the store. The blonde clerk was busy talking to someone, James was still trying to gather the words to say to her. He let out a deep sigh before setting his eyes on the camping section. It was kinda funny to think people just bought tools for survival versus actually making their own tools. James chuckled to himself before looking over the shelf at the two. The guy was in dark clothing, and a large sword was strapped to his back. James didn't think much of it, because didn't matter the size of the blade, its how you swing it. He looked over the poster and just scratched his head. 'Being subtle may not get me nowhere but being straight-forward might bring some unwanted attention.' His mind was scratching out the possibilities before something that his father always yelled at him for, hesitation. A quick day dream passed his mind that sent a shiver down his spine. “Boy! Hesitation will only get you killed!” Then the thought of getting punched in the head made him flinch and knock some items over. With quick reflexes he caught the items before they could hit the ground. The guy next to him raised a eyebrow and just walked away. James let out a deep sigh, “I am such a klutz.” Finally James gathered up the courage to go speak to the girl, hopefully he would get some good information. However this was quickly interrupted. “Pirates!” James stopped in his tracks, a serious look crossed his face as he vanished behind the shelves. The chiming noise could be heard again but in a more violent manner as the door was kicked in. This was a blessing and a curse in a sense. James wouldn't have to approach the girl and he would be able to get some reliable information while beating someone into a pulp. The pirates were making all sorts of noise and ruckus as they ripped through the store. James just looked at the shelf, he was acting as if nothing was going on. A few of the innocents huddled in the corner hoping the pirates would just pass over. A lanky, spiky haired pirate jumped on the shelves and began to kick things all over the place. James had to ignore this, clenching his fists he swallowed his justice. 'Scum, all of them, just because this island was owned by the revolutionaries, doesn’t give them the right to do as they please.' James had to keep his cool, blowing his cover was not a option. One of the pirates approached the dark haired guy and the clerk. “What do we have here? A boy and a girl making googly eyes at each other! How cute.” The lanky pirate was busy scaring people in the corner while two more approached the two. James just continued to turn a blind eye to this, but he didn't know how much longer this would hold up before he would snap. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - words: 526 outfit: Boxer status tags: xD notes: Lets get this started credit: PANDIE of BTN [/style]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][classy=box2][style=float: left; position: absolute; margin-left: 55%; font-family: orator std; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;][classy=hiddenicon2][/classy] WORDS: 565 NOTES: - [/style][/classy][classy=realicon2][style=font-family: orator std; font-size: 13px; text-align: center; text-transform; capitalize; background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; margin-top: 80%; width: 50px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;][/style][/classy][style=width: 300px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify;] "Pirates!" Tancred didn't get to question the girl on her vague statement on pirates as it was quickly explained by somebody kicking down the door. How subtle. A few men then entered, presumably pirates and started trashing the store as thoroughly as they could. There was no sense in it of course; it was just something all men like them did. The type who thought with the muscles on their arms and the hair on their chest rather than with their heads. Well Tancred had gotten the invigorating activity that he had wished for, in a sense at least. 'Be careful what you wish for...' his annoying little subconscious spoke unbidden. Tancred quickly stifled his thoughts, there was no time for them right now. For now he had to pound in some pirate skulls. Now where should he start? He should probably allow the customers to escape, being outnumbered in a confined space was bad enough; having other people hindering him would make things a bit...messy. However the decision was taken out of his hands with the impending arrival of two other muscle-headed goons who had focused their attentions on Tancred and Tiffany. “What do we have here? A boy and a girl making googly eyes at each other! How cute.” Tancred bared his teeth in a pale imitation of a smile while his mind worked furiously. Small shop, many innocent people to get in the way, outnumbered three to one. Well he could do the maths; this was not going to be easy. But then when was it ever easy? As the goons came their way Tancred allowed his katana and his sheathe to loosen in their places so he could move at a moment's notice. One goon came with his hand outstretched for Tiffany. Before Tancred himself could move Tiffany brought down a ledger onto the goon's hand. The ledger was big, leather bound and as thick as a brick. It hurt. It also had the convenient effect of directing everybody's attention to Tiffany. So naturally Tancred decided to move. He quickly stepped in towards the goon with the throbbing hand and drove one end of his sheathe into his stomach and then proceeded to bring the hilt up to deliver a good night blow to the jaw. Finally the other two seemed to have found their wits, or what remained of them at least. One charged at him with the good old fashioned wooden baseball bat while the other...oh dear he was fiddling with a gun. Tancred first dealt with the the baseball bat guy, rapping him sharply on the knuckles with the flat of the blade, which he had now drawn, and then pivoting to come up behind him and hold the sword at his throat. "Drop it pretty boy." the last pirate said, having finally gained control of his firearm. Tancred sighed. Cliche line aside, it had turned out exactly as he had feared; messy. On the bright side; the pirate had turned his back towards the customers so they could sneak out if they were careful. Unfortunately this meant that the gun's full attention was on him. "You want to talk this out?" he asked cautiously. In reply the man discharged a bullet at the ceiling, to the general dismay of the rapidly disappearing occupants of the shop. "Guess not." Tancred mumbled to himself. [/style]

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[Masta Deltron]

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[STYLE= float: left; border: 5px solid#bd3131; width: 183px; height: 382px; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: -50px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-topleft: 50; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50; background-image: url(http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h229/jay299/AS.png);][/style][STYLE=font-family: impact; font-size: 32px; text-align: center; margin-center: 0px; color: #bd3131; margin-top: -10px; text-shadow: 2px 0px 2px #000000; text-transform: lowercase;]James Grey![/style][STYLE=width: 266px; height: 352px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; background-color: #F9F5F5; color: #000000; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; border: 5px solid #bd3131; float:right; margin-top: -9px; margin-left: -90px;] As a marine James couldn't stand by and watch innocents get harmed just because pirates felt like it. The lanky pirate was in the corner Terrorizing people. While some others approached the two at the counter. James just took a deep breath and let out a loud sigh. This got the attention of the lanky pirate with the spiky hair. “Hmm, what are we bored or something!? I can fix that right up.” James played it safe and just shook his head. “No nothing is wrong just looking around, I don't want any trouble.” The pirate got close and narrowed his eyes. “You look like your not from around here.” Then the sound of someone in pain drew his attention away for a second. “Huh?” James realized that he had no other choice but to make a move now. With a quick motion he grabbed the pirate by the back of his head and slammed it into the shelf in front of him. Before he could yelp James grabbed part of the pirates shirt and jammed it into his mouth. The pirate's face was a bit bloody, but then a gunshot broke his concentration for a moment. Jame's breathing became a bit shallow for a moment, things became real. A gun was involved, innocents were present. He had to do something right now, he couldn't risk people dying. Then it dawned on him as a devilish grin crossed his face. He looked at the pirate who was going in and out of consciousness. “You might be useful to me after all.” James jumped on the shelf and launched the pirates body at the unsuspecting gunman. The pirate knocked the gunman over, using this opening James launched at the gunman and pulled his own revolver. The revolver was pointed directly at the gunman's head, “Don't move if you want to walk out of this alive.” The pirate had a different perspective of things, hopefully now he would be more talkative. “Dumbass kids, don't you know your messing with!?” “Someone who needed to be taught some manners when coming to buy some stuff from the local general good store.” Then James had a sadden look on his face for a moment. 'I really need to work on my one liners....' he thought. He felt part of being the hero was having cool one liners that were clever and got to the point, as for a first time pretty weak overall. The lanky pirate gained consciousness enough as the other pirate pushed him off. However this was far from over. Two more pirates came barging through the door. James looked up at the two, “Oh shit.” He had to come up with something quick because this could get real ugly. “Don't come any closer or I...I will blow them away!” James was bluffing however, he didn't have it in him to kill them in cold blood like that. Marines stand up for justice, that would make them no better than the pirates they fought. James looked over his shoulder for a moment, “Are you guys alright?” He was worried because he didn't know if the two had been hit but they seemed to be alright. He just held revolver on the pirates on the ground. However, all he could do was hope these guys wouldn't call his bluff. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - words: 566 outfit: Boxer status tags: xD notes: Mexican Standoff credit: PANDIE of BTN [/style]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][classy=box2][style=float: left; position: absolute; margin-left: 55%; font-family: orator std; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;][classy=hiddenicon2][/classy] WORDS: 560 NOTES: Drained of imagination right now >.< [/style][/classy][classy=realicon2][style=font-family: orator std; font-size: 13px; text-align: center; text-transform; capitalize; background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; margin-top: 80%; width: 50px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;][/style][/classy][style=width: 300px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify;] Tancred had not completely grasped what had just happened. Sure the guy with the gun had been dealt with but it was how he had been dealt with which was slightly vexing the doctor. After all seeing a human being used as a projectile to knock out another human leaves a person surprised if nothing else. Add that to a cape-wearing, gun-wielding man and you can't be blamed for being confused if nothing else. That confusion was put aside for later as Tancred quickly knocked out the goon he had been holding to the edge of his sword and turned to thank the caped-man. Before he could utter his thanks however; two new pirates came in charging. The doctor felt his exasperation growing slowly; how many of these bloody goons were there? Every time you thought you had dealt with one another popped up like some bad case of acne. Tancred's caped companion-in-arms was not too happy to see them either. The man immediately focused his attention on the new arrivals and proceeded to threaten them. “Don't come any closer or I...I will blow them away!” he said motioning towards the men that had already been incapacitated. Although it was not the most honorable of tactics Tancred approved; more people to fight meant more trouble and the swordsman was not confident enough to think he could keep on taking them one after another. The man looked back at Tancred and Tiffany for a moment to ask about their health; “Are you guys alright?” "For now." Tancred replied dryly. The doctor then turned to Tiffany, who despite all odds was bearing up remarkably well. As in she was not a blubbering wreck, nor was she demonstrating any signs of hysteria, yet. Her estimation in his eyes was rising considerably ever since she had made ample use of the ledger. Even so, this was no place for her. "How about you take cover behind the counter?" He suggested not unkindly. The blonde nodded and quickly followed through with the suggestion. The girl being out of harm's reach Tancred turned his attention to the two thugs and swung his sword almost ominously; the blade making a nasty 'schlick' sound as it cut through the air. They were starting to look hesitant now, a routine little roughing up of a small general store had turned out this way. Faced with guns and swords with some being held hostage, far from ideal. Tancred intended on taking advantage of their hesitation. Moving smoothly he leaned back on the nearest shelf and started twiddling around with his sword. Confidence, check. No sudden movements, check. Cue witty remark. "So...welcome to the store." he said handling his sword in an idle manner, but still managing to give the overwhelming impression of sharpness; "How may we serve you?" Completing his statement he gave a smirk, it couldn't be controlled; he had always wanted to try saying that line. In a much quieter voice he whispered to the caped man; "Go get them, I'll have your back." [/style]

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[Masta Deltron]

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[STYLE= float: left; border: 5px solid#bd3131; width: 183px; height: 382px; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: -50px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-topleft: 50; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50; background-image: url(http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h229/jay299/AS.png);][/style][STYLE=font-family: impact; font-size: 32px; text-align: center; margin-center: 0px; color: #bd3131; margin-top: -10px; text-shadow: 2px 0px 2px #000000; text-transform: lowercase;]James Grey![/style][STYLE=width: 266px; height: 352px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; background-color: #F9F5F5; color: #000000; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; border: 5px solid #bd3131; float:right; margin-top: -9px; margin-left: -90px;] James had no intention of shooting the pirates that stood at the door, wasn't his style. Tiffany was concerned about how this could play out. “Are you guys alright?” James didn't say anything but just focus on the two pirates at hand. The guys on the ground didn't move in fear of getting their heads blown off. The dark haired gentleman told the girl to get behind the counter because this could get ugly at any given moment. “So...welcome to the store.” James glanced over at the guy wielding his sword. 'Why didn't I think of that....damn it!' he was a bit upset that he couldn't spit out a witty comment like that to look cool. Good one liners was something his father felt was essential to looking cool. It always boiled down to three things, cleverness, placement and delivery. “How may we serve you?” James gave a odd smile, 'oh great another one.' he was ashamed that he couldn't deliver like that, even in the presence of a lady. 'Stay focused! Peoples lives are at stake here!' He stared down the men at the door, a opening presented itself. The dark haired man pushed forward and swung at the air with his sword, this caused the men to hesitate. Then something caught James ears that made him smile, “Go get them, I'll have your back.” James placed the gun in it's holster and cracked his knuckles. He pulled his hands up to his face and took his stance. His gloves made a squeaking noise as he clenched his fists. With a quick dash he closed the gap between them and goons. The pirates didn't even know what hit them. He tackled both of the pirates out of the door way into the open. All three of them hit the ground but James rolled to a kneeling position. He had no intention of letting them getting back up and pulling their weapons. He rushed forward and kneed one of them in the lower jaw. The pirates eye's rolled into the back of it's head as he passed out. The other pirate and pulled his sword. “Your going to die here punk!” The pirate charged forward with his sword drawn. James charged forward to close the gap between them. James pulled his combat knife to parry his weapon. They clashed blades sending sparks everywhere. The two held each other in place before knocking the pirate off balance. With his free hand he left hooked the pirate, and knocked him to the ground. James placed his foot on the pirates throat. This little battle was over for now, people were shocked at what just happened. James was so caught up in the moment he didn't realize this little spat had caused a public disturbance. James noticed something on the pirates arm, it was a symbol of some sort. Maybe he knew something about the target. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - words: 490 outfit: url link or description tags: notes: Lets get this started credit: PANDIE of BTN [/style]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][classy=box2][style=float: left; position: absolute; margin-left: 55%; font-family: orator std; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;][classy=hiddenicon2][/classy] WORDS: 470 NOTES: Now for the fun to begin... >.< [/style][/classy][classy=realicon2][style=font-family: orator std; font-size: 13px; text-align: center; text-transform; capitalize; background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; margin-top: 80%; width: 50px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;][/style][/classy][style=width: 300px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify;] Tancred whistled hoarsely as the caped man tackled the two pirates; allowing their fight to spill to the outside. It was better that way anyway, it would salvage what was left of the store. Which was pretty much wrecked. Taking in the scene Tancred winced, this was the time to be quietly sneaking out before the mob with the flaming torches and the pitchforks decided to arrive... But unfortunately Tancred was a nice person, or so he felt, it was always a major fault he considered of himself. He heaved a sigh and glanced over at the incapacitated pirates within the shop. One was beginning to stir. Tancred casually thumped him on the head with his katana's sheathe as he walked over to the counter where Tiffany had taken shelter. Peeking over it his eyes met Tiffany's and he gave her a friendly wink. "Coast's clear for now." he spoke conversationally. Tiffany scrambled out of her shelter and looked around the shop, or what was left of it. She reached the same conclusion Tancred had earlier and groaned. "My father's going to kill me." she moaned. Tancred was about to give her a pat on the back and a comforting comment but he couldn't think of a good remark. If you wanted sarcasm, wit or generally morbid or cynical remarks he was the man to go to but cheering up people...yeah; he was at a loss. Instead he busied himself in dragging the pirates out of the shop, hoisting their legs and letting their heads bounce along the floor. It had the handy effect of keeping them incapacitated. After throwing the last pirate out the door he carefully poked his own head out. The fight between the two pirates and the caped man had finished, with the caped man coming out on top. The local law enforcement, or the gang of smelly, pitchfork-bearing men that passed for the law in islands like these had also come to. They were doing what they did best; trying to look busy while doing absolutely nothing. The caped man himself was examining one of the men he had downed. Tancred thought of thanking him and then hesitated. His aptitude in thanking people was the same level as his skills at comforting others. But then again the man had helped him out a great deal, and prevented things from getting...messy. He sighed loudly, peering at the sky, openly exasperated. "Screw this." He muttered to himself. Despite his words he walked over to Mr. Cape, who on closer inspection was looking at something on the pirate's arm. Tancred cleared his throat loudly, attracting attention. "Thank you for the help back there. Would have gotten dangerous otherwise. Anyway my name is Tancred." he said putting out a hand. [/style]

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[Masta Deltron]

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[STYLE= float: left; border: 5px solid#bd3131; width: 183px; height: 382px; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: -50px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-topleft: 50; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50; background-image: url(http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h229/jay299/AS.png);][/style][STYLE=font-family: impact; font-size: 32px; text-align: center; margin-center: 0px; color: #bd3131; margin-top: -10px; text-shadow: 2px 0px 2px #000000; text-transform: lowercase;]James Grey![/style][STYLE=width: 266px; height: 352px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; background-color: #F9F5F5; color: #000000; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; border: 5px solid #bd3131; float:right; margin-top: -9px; margin-left: -90px;] James took his foot off the guy's throat and grabbed the guy by his throat. With his strength James lifted the guy up onto his feet. The guy was a bit astonished at Jame's strength due to the fact he looked like a kid at first glance. Then something caught his attention for a moment. The dark haired man let out a deep sigh and the clearing of his throat that made James look away for a second. The pirate tried to take advantage of the situation, with a swift kick his foot met James chest. However, the pirate underestimated Jame's durability. His chest made a loud thump, as if it was a tree trunk. 'What the hell is this guy....' "Thank you for the help back there. Would have gotten dangerous otherwise. Anyway my name is Tancred."he said putting out a hand. James dusted his free hand off and held it out. Of course it was a awkward handshake because his right hand was preoccupied with the guy's throat. “James, and I always help where I can.” The guy was struggling trying to get free, Jame's grip grew tighter. He could hear the pirate gasping for air, sometimes James forgot about how strong he was at times. He didn't want to kill the guy but at the same time he didn't want him to escape. This guy could be his only lead. “Oh, sorry sometimes I forget I how strong I am.” His grip loosed on the guy's throat and he could breathe again. “Tancred right? Well I want to ask this guy some questions, we better get inside the shop. There are too many peering eyes out here.” He looked around at all the people who were watching the little brawl. Tiffany was a bit thrown off by this. “Wh-what are you doing!??” “Don't worry about it, he isn't going anywhere I just want to ask him some questions. Do me a favor and bring out a chair will ya?” Tiffany nodded and brought the chair out ask James asked. He sat the man down and pulled his knife out. “Now you won't try to run will you? I don't want have to do something we both might regret right?" The pirate nodded. James reached into his back pocket and pulled out the poster. “Where is this woman?” The pirate said nothing as he just smiled. “I ain't telling you shit.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - words: 415 outfit: url link or description tags: notes: Interrogation credit: PANDIE of BTN [/style]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][classy=box2][style=float: left; position: absolute; margin-left: 55%; font-family: orator std; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;][classy=hiddenicon2][/classy] WORDS: 826 NOTES: -evil laugh- [/style][/classy][classy=realicon2][style=font-family: orator std; font-size: 13px; text-align: center; text-transform; capitalize; background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; margin-top: 80%; width: 50px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;][/style][/classy][style=width: 300px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify;] Tancred winced as the slight distraction that he had provided allowed the pirate, who was apparently not as subdued as the others; to get in a kick at the caped man. On seeing the kick bounce away with little effect however, Tancred was reassured, and intrigued. It wasn't an ordinary person that took on two pirates at the same time after spear tackling them both through a door and proceeded to suspend one in mid-air via his collar. “James, and I always help where I can.” said the caped man identifying himself. Tancred shook the hands of James 'I help when I can' which was made complicated by the fact that one of James's hands was occupied in helping a guy hang by his throat. And if the increasing volume of the pirate's gasps was any indication, he was being helped quite successfully. “Oh, sorry sometimes I forget I how strong I am.” James said on noticing that he was on the point of strangling the man. Although to who he was apologising was beyond Tancred. “Tancred right? Well I want to ask this guy some questions, we better get inside the shop. There are too many peering eyes out here.” James followed up, tweaking Tancred's interest. So was the meeting in the shop between these people and James simply a coincidence or something more? 'Oh well, perhaps it wouldn't hurt to see where this is going.' thought Tancred. It was this sort of thinking that caused so many of Tancred's problems right beside 'I wonder what this button does~' and 'Maybe it wouldn't hurt so much this time around.' Tiffany didn't appreciate allowing the pirate back into the shop too much, anticipating more damage to her family's wrecked shop. “Wh-what are you doing!??” she exclaimed “Don't worry about it, he isn't going anywhere I just want to ask him some questions. Do me a favor and bring out a chair will ya?” James said soothing her. When the chair was produced James threw the pirate onto it and drew a knife. Tancred whistled under his breath; this was getting serious. He wondered what it was about. “Now you won't try to run will you? I don't want have to do something we both might regret right?" The pirate nodded furiously showing that he would not run as long as the threat of the knife was held over him. “Where is this woman?” Questioned James holding up what seemed to be a bounty poster. Aah, that cleared up things for Tancred and brought in new possibilities. A personal vendetta was one, a lover boy looking for his girlfriend, though unlikely, was possible...perhaps “I ain't tellin you shit.” the pirate said grinning back defiantly. Tancred thought it was time to step in now. He always liked applying his knowledge of the human psyche in some good old torture. As some people had noted before Tancred was slightly...sadistic. "Tsk, tsk, tsk." Tancred said jumping in; "James, thats not the way to do it; that knife's too small to threaten anybody with." the pirate's defiant grin slowly drained away, he did not like where this was heading. Tancred slowly took out his sword, taking the time to flourish it and then brought it down with a large 'thud' onto the chair where the pirate was sitting. It missed the man's groin by only a few inches. "Now this I'm sure you will agree, is a big enough blade to threaten somebody with." he stated conversationally, with an innocent smile playing upon his face. "Although," Tancred leaned in conspiratorially; "I've got bigger swords too. You wanna see them?" The expression on Tiffany's face was priceless, it was almost as if he had grown two horns, a tail and some fur. However the purpose behind this technique of interrogation was simple, absurdly so; he would let the man's imagination do the work for him. Tancred could do nothing worse to him than what his own mind imagined. "Uhm Tiffany, could you get me some ginger beer and some radish." Tancred asked evilly, "And after that please stay out of the shop and take no notice of the screaming alright?" The man paled even further and Tiffany herself looked closed to the complexion usually found on corpses. This was going to be so much fun.

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[Masta Deltron]

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[STYLE= float: left; border: 5px solid#bd3131; width: 183px; height: 382px; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: -50px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-topleft: 50; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50; background-image: url(http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h229/jay299/AS.png);][/style][STYLE=font-family: impact; font-size: 32px; text-align: center; margin-center: 0px; color: #bd3131; margin-top: -10px; text-shadow: 2px 0px 2px #000000; text-transform: lowercase;]James Grey![/style][STYLE=width: 266px; height: 352px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; background-color: #F9F5F5; color: #000000; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; border: 5px solid #bd3131; float:right; margin-top: -9px; margin-left: -90px;] James nodded at Tancred, he was right they would need something drastic to drag the information out of him. Tancred had the thug at sword point even Tiffany was getting into it. James had brought something out of them, it was quite funny to him. The thug face turned a whole different color in a matter of seconds. The mood of the room completely swayed in a demonic motion. James even got into character. A devilish grin crept across his face. James took the dagger out and stuck the poster on it. He threw the dagger at the thug pinning it on the wall next to his face. “What the hell was that for!? You almost killed me!!” James leaned in, “That was the point.” Tiffany giggled in such a way that the man began to sweat bullets. James cracked his knuckles so hard that it echoed throughout the store. Things were beginning to get real interesting, the thug was still keeping his mouth shut. He was scared out of his mind but he stood firm. James respected such a notion, so much that he pulled his gun out and cocked it. The thug flinched and his eye's widen. “Now, I won't ask you again who is this woman? I wanna know everything, god help me I will let my friend hear rip you a new one.” The man sat up in his chair before he just spit at James. It landed on his boots. With a quick swipe James didn't hesitate to belt the guy one across the jaw. The thug almost fell out of the chair. James was a bit pissed off now, that was disrespectful as hell to spit on him like that when he never touched him. He took a step back to collect himself. It was unbecoming for a marine to lash out like that. To deliberately spit on someone was worse than kicking someone while they were down. He stood there to see what Tancred had to say about all of this. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - words: 350 outfit: url link or description tags: notes: Interrogation credit: PANDIE of BTN [/style]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][classy=box2][style=float: left; position: absolute; margin-left: 55%; font-family: orator std; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;][classy=hiddenicon2][/classy] WORDS: 476 NOTES: Sadism O.o [/style][/classy][classy=realicon2][style=font-family: orator std; font-size: 13px; text-align: center; text-transform; capitalize; background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; margin-top: 80%; width: 50px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;][/style][/classy][style=width: 300px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify;] Tancred watched with detachment as things began to quickly progress towards the more violent side of interrogation. Apparently James really did not like being spit on. Understandable, it wasn't really a nice thing to do but still he should have expected it. It was after all the textbook display of aggression and defiance by a captured enemy about to go into interrogation. Unfortunately though at this rate the guy would come out in more pieces than he came in. And those pieces would be tiny. As James began to re-exert his self control Tancred decided to step in. There was of course the classic 'good cop bad cop' routine that should be observed for occasions like these. "So..." Tancred started, beaming widely, which if possible caused even more discomfort to the unfortunate pirate. "I think we should make an example of this person. After that we can see if there is any of is fellow thugs left. Perhaps they'll be a bit more... malleable after seeing what happened to him." Yeah he wasn't really feeling like doing the good cop, bad cop routine. Perhaps he could make it bad cop, worse cop? Come to think of it that did seem to have a better ring to it. The thug was on the breaking point now, just a bit more pressure and he might just crack. "Now let me explain to you what my companion meant by me 'ripping you a new one." he paused giving a light chuckle, "See on my travels upon the seas I ate a rather exotic fruit. And this fruit. Well... why don't you just see what it can do?" Saying this Tancred stuck out two fingers to the arm of the chair currently occupied by the nervous thugs. The fingers broke the surface of the polish and left shallow furrows on the chair. Casually dragging his fingers Tancred slowly brought them towards the neck of the thug until the just rested on top of his jugular, drawing a bead of blood. The doctor turned torturer wrinkled his nose, apparently the iron will controlling the man's tongue did not extend to his bladder as well. He withdrew his fingers and flicked away the drop of blood. "I think you'll get your answers now." He informed James curtly. "Perhaps we should give the man his privacy?" he asked, turning to Tiffany. She nodded and went out the door. Giving the caped man a short nod indicating he would be waiting outside in case any further help was needed, Tancred followed Tiffany's suit and left the shop. [/style]

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