Getting to Know The Creed, Pt3 [King]

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A month, no two... Sometime had passed since The Creeds conception. Now it had become just another day in operation. The once new recruits were now trained bounty hunters that carried out their assigned duties with wonderful execution. Drake sat in his office on the top floor of the newly renovated building. He was nothing less than pleased about how well the HeadQuarters came out.

He couldn't help but look around at bustle of employees that The Creed had in his sector alone. He watched as many of them walked around and conversed with others though still with their task in mind. Drake had told them that if they did nothing, that they at least thought on ways of improving the guild. It was their sole responsibility. Well aside from those that got the explicit task of organizing his schedule and worked on the Bounty Hunt List.

Regardless,

The rejuvenated leader entered the pulley operated elevator and took it to the third floor where the External Affairs and International Affairs Sectors resided. The two smaller sectors shared a floor with External Affairs being located toward the front while International Affairs was toward the back of the building. Both sectors occupied the same amount of space which was already impressive thanks to the renovations.

Having arrive at the third floor, Drake stepped out of the elevator and looked around for his number two. Drake humbly walked through the facility hoping to find the petite warrior around one of these corners. He tapped one of the lower recruits on the shoulder. The man was rather large in size, roughly Drake's height but at least a hundred pounds heavier, "Hey, have you see Number two?" He asked. The large brute of a man shrugged and politely apologized.

Drake sighed, maybe this place was too big. Poot could be anywhere.

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" Please I was set up I'm Innocent " The accused screamed there lungs out until it was hard to breathe, cried there eyes out until they were blood shot red. It was all worthless Poot didn't care for there cries or please that they threw out at him. Poot held his title at the leader of External Affairs highly among others. Being the main force of defense for an organization such as Creed was nothing to take lightly of. " Your wasting your breathe just sit there and be quite your time here will be more peaceful ". Poot felt no pity and showed no pity to anyone who was accused even if they really was innocent, once behind these bars you was treated guilty. The men that Poot was accompanied by in External Affairs was mostly big brute looking people. Most of them looked dumb as hell and others where just dumb to begin with. Poot wasn't ever really bothered by the large stupid brutes of External Affair until recently. Walking through the corridors of External Affairs a dumb large brute told him that number one is looking around External Affairs for him. It was strange because number one would have either sent someone looking for Poot or have him called. It had to be something interesting for number one himself to come toward the cold pitiless walls of External Affairs. " Urghhh guess I got to go meet him " walking in the direction that was direction by the large brute Poot began to let out a high pitch whistle as he walked. The whistle would easily echo throughout the External Affairs and help number one find Poot as he walked in his direction, tired and lazy as every Poot was very interested.

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Drake turned around at the sound of the whistle. His artificially heavy figure completed a full one eighty. "Ahh Poot." Drake said as he made his way to the shorter man. The lower ranking members seemingly did their best to move out of number-one's way. Though Drake didn't give it too much thought. The silver haired man approached Poot and when he was within' casual talking distance, "Poot, I was looking for you." Drake couldn't help but look at the man who was detained.

"Who is that? Or rather them?" Drake asked referring to the man or well men who were detained. It was slightly unnerving that he didn't know about any of this though upon second inspection there was no way he could know everything that went on in the other sectors. No, it was impractical. It was the very reason why he even split up the responsibility.

It felt good knowing that the individual sectors were functioning well without him. Drake's eyes scanned the detainees and then returned to Poot as he awaited his answer. He just simply wanted to know where they came from and why there were here. It wasn't like he was going to change anything, he was merely curious.

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One thing that Poot seemingly liked about Drake is that he was shown respect. It meant that he wasn't just anyone to mess around with or at least to Poot it did, as he watched the lower ranking members of Creed scurry out the way allowing Drake to pass by. He was damn sure tall and huge but it didn't phase him he knew that height and size was only a mere number and most people didn't know how to use it toward there advantage. That didn't mean that Poot was about to test his theory against Drake or at least not anytime soon. As of now Drake seemed serious making the situation on what he could really want with Poot interest him even the more. For what it seemed Drake was just being noisy about what Poot was doing in his sector. Hopefully just finding out what the imprisoned was doing down here wasn't all that Drake wanted from him. " If you must know there washed up bounties that the Creed captured but are no longer worth anything toward the marines, some are waiting to be deported toward the marine HQ." Letting out a sigh of relief he wondered why was he so curious to begin with. It didn't matter to him at the time but what did was what he wanted with him. " What makes you come to my sector looking for me, is there something that interest you?". Slapping an evil grin on his face as he slowly approached Drake stopping in front of him only to really witness the height difference that was at play. Looking up at Drake Poot kept the same grin on his face wondering what Drake might say next.

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"How do you like your sector. Is it up to par with how you imagined it." Not that Poot should have any preference anyway. Drake had given authority and status through The Creed and hopefully he'd be a bit more grateful than the fiery tinie. "Also, there is a large prison area for holding detainees underground. It just got finished so you are free to move them there to free up space."

The leader shot one more look at the unfortunate and walked on expecting Poot to follow. Drake's heavy metal creating less than subtle thuds against the floor. As he walked awaiting Poot's response and preferably gratefulness, Drake made his way back to the elevator indicating that he never intended on staying long in the External Affairs Sector.

No.

He had something else in mind. He had things to discuss with his number two and a favor to ask that Poot simply couldn't refuse. Metal fingers rose to meet the black button that controlled the pulley-operated elevator. Drake turned to look at back at his number two as he waited for the elevator.

He sighed, lots of waiting.

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"The sector is at its best the way it is I don't think it's going to get any better thanks to my structured behavioral rules." Poot responded toward Drake as he kept pace with him. He made sure that he didn't stand too close to him due to Drakes annoying metal clanking sound that was made with every step he made. " And a larger area to keep the prisoners you say I will have to look into that " Poot also responded still interested to why Drake wanted to speak to him. It couldn't be to just inform him about the new renovations toward Poot's sector. It had to be something more then what Drake was letting off. He wondered and thought but not too hard his head would've started to hurt from over thinking the situation. He kept his distance but still followed Drake as he seemed to be making his way out of his sector. This was beginning to piss Poot off he hated to be kept in the dark about anything that was happening and that was exactly what Drake was doing. " So are you going to tell me what you want with me or you just going to keep talking about my sector Drake?". Getting straight toward the point as he stood next to Drake inside the elevator watching him dab at the black button that controlled the elevator. There wasn't much room in the elevator so Poot had to be aware of what Drake might do. Just because they were in the same faction didn't mean that Poot trusted Drake for a second. On his guard Poot awaited for Drake's response only listen to the ding sound of the elevator doors as they closed and began to proceed toward Drake's desired location.

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OOC: Feel free to describe it however you want. It's your area. It can be neat and sophisticated, or damp, dark and barbaric. It's up to you.

The leader of The Creed did nothing more than lean up against the wall of the elevator. Going from the third floor to the third basement level was quite a trip. He couldn't help but admire the construction of the elevator. Some fine piece of equipment. The frequent clicks and clacks that accompanied the transportation warranted casual glances around the machinery. "I'm going to keep talking to you about your sector. It is a very critical part of the guild."

He paused.

He could feel the annoyance rising in his number two. On top of that, he figured he wasn't entirely trusted. Ah well, with Drake's following news. Poot would have no choice but to open up to Drake.

Psh... Hypocrite.

"Don't worry Poot, we will get to that later. Until then..." The elevator came to a stop and opened up at the lowest level of The Creed. "I hope everything is to you liking. I tried to get it constructed to your wishes." Drake told him as he looked on. In fact this was his first time down here as well.

Number one stepped out of the elevator and walked into the designated prison area. "Whatcha' think?" He asked casually.

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Drake did know how to piss Poot off and when the time between them came Poot would make sure he enjoyed every second of it. As the elevator door open, listening to the dinging sound only to witness the newly constructed area of External Affairs. The added area of the External Affairs was now going to be that much more fearful then it already was. It was what Creed was mostly feared for if captured. Just about every bounty hunter knew that if The Creed captured you you mind as well consider yourself a dead man. The fearful legacy of the Creed's imprisonment system was due to Poot and Poot alone and with the new constructed area toward External Affairs his Poot's name travel further among the seas. " It's everything I need Drake to further my name among the seas, soon I will be able to get what I want out of this fame". Poot's whole reason on joining the Creed was to increase his fame throughout the seas spreading his name toward everyone. And with this new constructed area to External Affairs Poot would surely do that. The construction toward the sector added cage cellars that hung fifty foot from the ceilings that hung on a loose chain that if shook enough it will snap and fall into a carefully carved 4x4 area into a twenty five foot dive into a 2000° F boiling hot water. The walls and the flooring was set up just like Poot wanted. Lined among each other was a parrell set up electric chairs, the chairs metal wrist and ankle locks. These perks was just the minor excitement of Poot's added constructed toward External Affairs. In the middle of the added area was a huge gas chamber that was coated with fire proof glass as well as unbreakable glass. There was much that could be done with Poot's prized gas chamber but as of now he had no use for it. There wasn't anyone among the sea's that deserved to die in such a horrible way, as far as Poot thought. Poot was more then excited about the added attachment toward External Affairs but he felt it needed to be tested out. " You!!! Ugly start moving prisons class A and S to the new area, I want to give this area a test try ". Poot ordered a brute toward the older cell blocks for the higher threaten prisoners to be moved. He was going to get some excitement while Drake felt it was necessary to waste his time.

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You have such.... Effective tastes. Vintage I might add." Drake told him as he crossed his arms looking around the prison area. It seemed more like a torture chamber than anything else. Though he gave Poot authority over the External Affairs sector and with that he got authority over the prison. So he trusted his judgement and because this wasn't his sector, Drake wouldn't step into another's jurisdiction unless it was completely necessary.

Drake walked forward letting his metal encased fingers scrap against the already cold, hopeless walls. His eyes peered toward the electric chair then veered toward the gas chamber. "So I'm guessing this was made especially for you, huh?" Drake asked turning looking back at Poot who had just recently asked for a prisoner to be brought downstairs.

Drake had a bit of time to spare so he didn't mind taking a few minutes to see how Poot handled his detainees. "So who are you bringing down and what did he do exactly?" Drake inquired, he did have a few moments but he hoped it wouldn't take long for the prisoner to arrive. "I also see you're making good use of your subjects, err...." Drake looked down looking for a better word, "Help."

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" The detained here are classed by there bounty and not by what they have done to achieve it. There are classes here listed E-S with E being the smallest bounty to S being the largest ". As Poot further explained about his system to Drake the footsteps of the brute that he ordered to gather a detainee was heard coming. The huge footsteps that slightly quaked the ground wasn't what gave away there approach but rather the screams that was being thrown out by the two detainees that was about to meet there fate. " Urghhhh Poot sir I grab two people cause I like them both so I couldn't pick one ". Sometimes Poot wondered why or how Drake was able to run across a cult of brutes as dumb as these. They were almost useless in every way possible, they barely could speak proper, couldn't communicate, didn't even have a level of common sense of a Infant. The only thing they were useful for was there amazing inhuman like strength and there great battle sense. " Ok just go back to your quarter and please don't mess anything up or I will make sure your the first to feel the effects of my gas chamber ". With that said the brute clumsy made his way back to his sector making sure that he didn't piss Poot off more then he already was. They at least was strapped down into a chair tight enough so they couldn't escape. One was a male and another a female, though the male seemed lunatic or scared with the constant screams while the female held her composure and didn't show no fear out of the situation at hand. " The man is named the Deranged Billy Bob from the east blue said to have caused the destruction of several marine battleships and even the destruction of a marine base, he holds a bounty of 800,000 beri's and is a class D detainee. While the female is Shela The Reckless or better know as S.T.R from the north blue, she holds a bounty of 1,000,000 beri's and isn't yet recorded in our system on how she obtained it but is a class C detainee". While Poot Explained both of the detainees at hand as they tried to struggle out of the chair they were strapped into. Poot was excited and loved the feeling of making others suffer but wondered if Drake knew how it felt. " Drake I want you to choose who is tortured, you have an small amount of information about them now you make the decision". Poot said as he walked behind each detainee as they were placed side by side each other looking up at Drake. " You scumbags I hope you and this whole organization is burnt to the ground, this is an unjust prison and everyone working in this prison will pay!! ". The woman yelled out at Drake as she faced him all the while gathering up a good amount of mucus then spitting it at Drake's foot. " I HOPE YOU ROT!!!"

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Drake refrained from kicking the life out of the young woman, Shela... Or better yet, S.T.R. Drake looked back at Poot and then backed up, tapping the tip of his metal encased foot on the floor in hopes of getting the saliva off of his armor. Once he found no hopes he sighed and rubbed the saliva on the woman's body.

Drake had the urge to say, the most painful way possible. But than he caught himself. Drake was a diplomat of sorts. The face of The Creed, he couldn't take a side, a position of either good or evil. He had to remain entirely neutral. Not only that but he's had worse done to him with no retaliation.

"Poot." There was a long pause, Drake looked down at Shela and then at the other. "I'm not sure how you rank your detainee's nor decide on carrying out punishment but I trust in your judgement. This is my sector and just as I wouldn't ask you to make decisions that aren't within your expertise, I would like ask that you wouldn't do the same to me." And with that Drake turned around. "Figure out what you are going to do with them and meet me by the elevator. We are going up, leaving the prison. We have other things to discuss, though take your time. There is no rush." Drake gave once last glance at the the two detainees.

He shook his head and continued onward and would wait by the elevator for Poot to finish up his duties as head of the prison.