A night of Crimson Terror (open)

[ambrose]

Loguetown, one of the famous islands and cities of the world. Here the Pirate King Gol D. Roger was born and executed. Also one of the main islands that pirates visit to resupply at before continuing their journeys. Marine base, pirates wandering about, and a tourist spot all in one. Definitely an interesting place that was only going to get more lively this eve. Full moon outside, very little clouds in the sky. A light breeze gave the evening a cool relaxing feel. Out in the square, there were two things of interest. One was the infamous execution spot of the late Pirate King. The second was a man dressed in strange formal attire. A crimson coat and hat, and orange glasses would be noticeable. The man definitely didn't look like he belonged. He stood there staring up at the structure before him, a grin on his face. Thoughts raced through the man's head one after another. Stories of Gold Roger, the journey he would have to face in order to become an infamously feared pirate. With a deep breath, the man would look up at the sky. "Tonight is truly a beautiufl night. Standing here before the last spot the Pirate King stood. Truly a man worth the title he was killed over. Tonight, I think I shall see if any of the insects here can fight like such a man."

The man would move from the central square through the city. Most people were off the streets, and most shops closed. Ambrose wanted to get his guns tweaked a little for improvement, as well as work on getting more ammunition for his weapons. That would have to wait until tomorrow. For now, Ambrose would walk around until he saw a bar that was open. "A place to quench my thirst before taking out the trash. If it's still open, then it must mean the current batch of pirates are here for the eve; perfect." Ambrose would head in, standing out like a sore thumb from the more rugged personell seen in the place. Rowdy and noisy without a single care or idea of what would happen soon. Some would go silent for a bit as Ambrose walked in and to the bar. He would order the bar's strongest drink, standing at the bar with a wicked grin. He knew that he was being stared at by some. When his drink finally came, he would pay for it and gulp it down without stopping. Once done and the glass back on the counter, Ambrose would take a breath. "Are you all gonna just continue staring at me like hopeless mongrels or are there some men in this kennel of disgustingly pathetic beasts that are actually worth being at the bottom of my heel?"

Several pirates would stand insulted by his words. Flintlocks and swords taken out. "Now that is more like it. Pigs are much more fun to slaughter when they actually try to fight back." Ambrose would pull out his guns, noticeably different from anything any of the others were carrying. Semi-auto 6 shot pistols, made to be much more effective than flintlocks. Aiming and firing, 2 shots and 2 people dead in an instant. Shots would ring through the pub as flintlocks went off, hitting random people in the bar. And thus started this night's bloody massacre. Pirates began fighting each other, killing each other in drunken cold blood. Ambrose would weave in and out of the squabbling idiots, firing 2 shots to take down two other pirates that had come at him. "Come to your death! I will slaughter you all like sows, making you squeal before I rip your lives away!"

[dantetakai]

Conner had arrived at a bad time to the town. he had arrived by bout along with a man who dressed in all ready. The town was so strange to him. He skated past the gallion and stared mezmoried as he followed the red colored man. He had set him as a target for pickpocketing and smiled happily. The man seems to dress well. Meaning he had money, hopefully. He skated behind the man a good distance trying to blend into the crowd as well as he could to act like a tourist. Sticking close to people who looked like him to give the illusion of being a family. He tried several times to reach for the mans pocket but didn’t find any good chances to do it. That was until. He went into the bar and sat down to buy himself a drink and Conner wondered into. Stealing from the pockets of drunks marines after “bumping into them. The initial contact numbing the nerves to the second almost simultaneous contact of his hand slipping into their pocket and stealing their beri.

He slipped behind the counter as the man in read drew the attention of the crowd in such a way even the bartender was oblivious to the young boy. He grabbed the small trunk of beri and grabs as much as he could and stashed it in a few of the money bags he had stolen, not stealing all the money. As it would be easier noticed if he had stolen the trunk then just a few thousand beri. That’s when the bullets started flying and Conner barely missed being shot. The bartender took that one for him as he snuck his way from the bar to the back door and out into the street as marines arrived to the bar and he gasped and took off in the direction of anywhere but there. Three of the marines saw him and took after him. He spun around and skating backwards he checked for them to aim toward him and dodged and weaved as they fired. He turned around just in time to dodge a very large sword from a marine twice a normal mans size. “HOLY CRAP!” Conner screamed as he raced back toward the bar and made it there before the marines and ran in. thinking of something to get the pirates attentions and he knew instantly what it was. “MARINES! THE MARINES ARE COMING!”

[ambrose]

It was quite an enjoyable moment for Ambrose. People falling one by one in the bar, bleeding out on the floor or suffering instant death. For the ones that came at Ambrose, their journeys as pirates came to immediate ends. Oh how Ambrose enjoyed the moment. The scent of blood and watching people with fear in their eyes. Nothing could top this moment right now. 2 more came at Ambrose, one from each side. It was more like child's play right now. These weren't men, but rabid dogs who couldn't think straight. It was sad....pathetic. Ambrose would step out of the way, the two thugs crashing into each other. All Ambrose had to do was hold out his guns to their heads and....2 more down. "Come on now! Is this all that Loguetown has to offer? Drunken swine squealing as they butcher each other?" By this time, the bar was much emptier, a little over half of the bodies littering the ground. What a waste of bullets. While Ambrose did enjoy the hunt, there was no sport in slaughtering people that weren't a challenge. However, that thought might have come too soon.

This is when a young man came running yelling that marines were on their way. Both irritation and excitement filled Ambrose. A chance to kill some marines and get his name out their. But with marines coming and the remaining thugs scattering, Mathis wouldn't be able to use shield and cover method to take out the coming enforcement. It would be direct confrontation. He knew that he had 3 bullets each in his guns before he needed to reload. Total of 6, and with marines, those were not guaranteed shots. They would come armed with guns and swords, meaning that the battle could become ranged combat. Limited number of extra clips, so he couldn't have a drawn out fight. Walking towards the door, Ambrose would have a wicked grin. He would look at the kid for a moment. "Marine's huh? You sure do know how to bring the party with you." With a quick breath, he would come up with a couple ways to handle the situation.

"Fighting off a squad of marines will be a challenge right now. Boy, see if one of these fallen cockroaches has something you can use to defend yourself with. I'm going to go give our guests a proper welcome." Ambrose would head outside, faced with a group of marines, one towering over the rest. "The coward of a child didn't say the scum brought a beast with them too. Tonight sure is a beautiful night." The marines aimed and ordered Ambrose to drop his weapons to surrender. "Why would I surrender to soulless dogs who cannot think for themselves. You are grovelling hounds that nip at the feet of the high and mighty bastards high up in the Navy." Ambrose would notice an alleyway nearby. About halfway between him and the armed marines. If he could escape through there, he could be free and clear, though the boy inside would be left to the fate that the marines decided. What to do in this situation?

Ambrose held out his guns and fired 4 shots, though only 2 marines went down. That started the return fire. Ambrose would run forward, weaving around to avoid bullets. One bullet had hit Ambrose in his right arm, but he kept moving like it didn't happen. "YES! COME ON! LETS SEE IF THERE ARE ANY REAL MEN AMONGST YOU!" With the marines in front of him, the giant marine stepping forward to add more of a challenge, and Ambrose needed to stop and reload in a moment, tonight was going to be a truly fun night. He may have to retreat back to the bar where the boy was. He didn't expect the child to fight because he was so young. Worst came to worst, a hostage to use against the marines.

[dantetakai]

Conner stood there afraid as the man in red had killed a lot of the pirates, those who were still alive were running for the hills or picking up sword to fight the marines who were coming toward the bar. His plan had worked. Not he just needed to escape from the bar and seeing as the old bartender was dead, he took the rest of the cash from the box and tied the cash sacks he had to himself with rope undr the bar. After securing the money Conner smiled and climbs the first window he found to the roof of the bar and smiled even more. He had gotten away and was thankful for the mans distraction. He was no fighter after all and would rather run from the fight if he could.

“Thanks man… You just helped me score enough money for a weeks worth of food and travel!” he smiled as he said that quietly to himself. The noise of the fighting down below hid his voice well and his black jacket hide him even more. He put the hoodie of it on and tightened his gloves on his hands. He checked the material of the roof and smiled, similar to roofing on most islands he would have no trouble compensating for it as he skated away and off the roof landing smoothly on the ground with a spin to decrease his energy as he prepared to skate off into the night. Just then he saw a secondary group of marines coming and with his pockets and belt heavy with Beri, they instantly pegged him and sent a group of marines after him as they joined the fight with the man in red.

Conner cursed under his breath and ran from there as fast as he could. until he relized the path he was on would lead him in a complete circle. He screeched to a halt and jumped onto the roof of a house after a bit of climbing and hide behind a chimney as the marines following him rounded the corner. Conner drew His slingshot and loaded it with smooth hard stones he kept on him at all times, waiting for them to spot him, but they didn’t. instead they joined the fight against the red man and Conner sighed thankfully. That was until he heard and felt the bar he was on shake and rumble as the large man slammed a few pirates into the wall. Conner let out a scream diving from that bar to the house next door. The large man didn’t notice him, to busy on dealing with the pirates and the red man.



The red man was in the sights of the large marine. His swords grip held firm thanks to its sea king skin leather handle. He carried a dead pirate with his right hand and used him as a shield for the mans bullets should they come toward him. After a few steps he threw the dead pirate at the man and charged in behind the dead pirates body using it as cover as he swung his sword in a bottem left to upper right fasion slicing threw the dead pirate and hopefully the red man.

[ambrose]

EXIT THREAD AND THREAD CLOSED.