All Aboard~~~ The Creed[Plot]

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OOC: Here is the first thread, use this time to prepare for the departure. Gather anything you need, talk to anyone you may need to, do whatever you must because we won't be coming back here for a very long time. This is intended to be a relatively short thread just to kick things off. Sort of like a celebration of sorts. Let's try to make it fun. ^^

Update: Also this thread will not follow any specific posting order. It's a 'post-as-you-see-fit' Thread and will be up till the weekend at the latest. I want to sail soon so we won't drag this thread out.

The leader of The Creed, Drake Mitibuki, had been talking about the leaving of Mechanical Island for sometime now. His decree been heard by all members within The Creed both full and part time. Talk and gossip about a great adventure spread like wildfire throughout the organization. Many lower ranking members seeing this as a time to 'rank up' and prove themselves. One couldn't help but read notice, memo posted up along the different Sectors and also along the cafe.'

"NEW ADVENTURE"
Looking for a new adventure, a chance to prove yourself, an exciting time, or just journey along your super cool leaders? Well the day is coming. If your interested head to the Upkeep and Management Sector and sign up!

More info will be presented at time of sign up. Limited positions available.

This particular expedition was a big deal and Drake made sure it was pushed and advertised to the best of his abilities. During the days leading up to the departure he made sure he stacked the appropriate supplies some of those include equipment for advertisement and souvenir'ing as well as base setting up. He planned on spreading the word of The Creed throughout the Dream Route as he did. The man had big things planned for the organization and this expedition would be the fulcrum that turns the progress.

So he waited.

Day by day he waited for this day to come. For the day he and his gathered men would set out and sail the oceans on behalf of The Creed.

And today was finally the day. The sound of bustling of people could be heard throughout the building. The many members running around trying to gather things, the talk of setting off on a great adventure, and the many trying to get in their last good meals. The Creed building was in total chaos at this point, but it was all for a good cause. Everyone was said to meet up at the port to dock at the boat that would set sail. For now everyone was just preparing.

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"Number One... It's time for the departure." The voice of a young woman, intern woke Drake up from his ten hour coma, coincidentally. Drake's eyes opened, no longer red, no longer aching, no longer tired. His body void of fatigue and perfectly rested; he sat up. He searched his private room that was located in his Sector with his eyes for his personal things, his long sword and metal gauntlets.

He turned himself over and brought his feet to the cold ground, they flinched at touch of the hardwood floor. "Number One... It's time-"

"I heard you." He said as he looked around in a sort of daze. His all black with white stripped pajama pants and matching shirt were handsomely disheveled complimenting his silver bed-hair. He lifted his hand to meet the silver mess on top of his head. With petite ruffles he scratched his head and pseudo-fixed his hair in one shot. He slipped into his black and white slippers that lay at the foot of his bed and walked to the bathroom.

"Number One, The departure is in one hour." He nodded as he shut the door in order to take care of business. He'd make it in time, he wasn't worrying about it. "Don't forget you have to make a speech to those that are going in thirty minutes at the port!" The young woman said, intern said.

Flush....

[lily]

The sounds of flurries of punches and kicks be heard from Victor's room as Adeo slept. He was trying to be quiet as he didn't want to wake Victoria (Who's room was right next to his) and he also didn't want wake Adeodatus as he needed him in his tip top shape so that he could run when he needed to and carry Victor (and passengers without feeling strained) Victor was silently training when he heard a knock at his door. It was to this that Adeo woke up and slowly looked around before going back to sleep.

Victor however walked over and saw his intern at the door. She was young and seemed very timid and unorganized as when Victor said "Hello?" she made a small eep like sound and then cleared her throat before saying "Um..Mr.Victor? You and Victoria should get ready soon...since you start your new adventure today." Victor smiled and said "Alright..thank you. I'll go wake her." The intern nodded and then scampered off as Victor slowly walked over to Victoria's room. He then knocked on her door and patiently waited for her to answer..hoping she wasn't in a bad mood or anything.

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Resley hasn’t been long with organization known as Creed. He could still remember perfectly how he stumbled upon the group and how he joined but if you would like to know how it happened and what had happened, sorry to say but that story is a story for another time. At present, what mattered was the fact that the swordsman bounty hunter Resley Dice was bonded to ’The Creed’.

Just like most of the gathered men and women before him, they have read the advertisement posted at different areas around their headquarters. It was no rumor that the notice have been scattered and spread out at each sectors of the organization but most could only speculate how well informed leaders of each sectors have been. In fact, one could even question whether the notice was made from a brainstorm meeting held between the sector leaders. Most could only gossip but only few were informed. Anyhow, that information was never really important. To many, Resley included, the adventure, fame, and prestige were all that they cared for.

Twenty Seven was sweating profusely as he waited for Number One to make his speech at the port. Number Twenty Seven… Twenty Seven, that was his name and rank in The Creed. Silently, he wished to rise up to ranks ten and above. He wished for it not because of the power it holds; he longed for it for the secrets the group may know. Resley Dice, Number XXVII, still clung on to his goal which was the mastery of his lost discipline and finding its lost arts and ways. If by learning that he needed to stay in an organization such as the Creed, he would embrace it whole heartedly and would gladly tie himself until he curiousity and knowledge was satiated.[/font]

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Click...click....click click.

The sound of his four prized black gauntlets snapping on and locking into a firm fit on his body. He grabbed his main weapon of choice, Supa - Kutenka, and placed it veritcally along his back. Drake couldn't help but find himself looking around at his room inside the sector. His eyes trailed off at the construction and decor of the room and feeling of self accomplishment overtook him. This building, this guild was something that he created from the ground up. Pride was a welcomed emotion though ambition ran rampant through the leader's mind. It was the main purpose for this voyage across the seas. Even though Drake had established his guild here on this island... it was only on this island and sadly, The Creed was still small time.

But not for long.

"Number one, six minutes until your speech." The young woman made it clear that Drake didn't have time to reslish in emotions. He had a job to do and a responsibility to his men, followers.

Comrades.

"I know." He took one more look at his room. It's cleaniess and position of furniture would sit idle, unturned by his usual daily momentums. They'd wait for his successful return, a reason for Drake to come back nonetheless. He had no faimly, no close friends, nothing biological in life that would wait, that would sit idle hoping for his safe return. He only had his possessions and regardless of their inanimaticy, they would suffice.

"Let's go." Drake grabbed the young girl's wrist and in an instant they were gone in a trail of blue, the young interns clipboard falling to the floor out of surprise. The door to his room opening and closing so fast it sounded as if the door opened and closed at the same time, justified by the sound of one

Slam!

Drake was on his way to the port where he'd give his departing speech to The Guild before they left. He had six minutes to get their, hopefully he wouldn't be the only one fashionably late.

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Thirty - six minutes until departure...
Calculating fastest route to the port.... Routing.... Done

Kisai, The Creed's only robot found herself at the at the island's main pup. It was the last of her ten trips in order to gather supplies for The Creed's voyage. With her were ten of her Sector subordinates, lower ranking numbers. They themselves carried supplies. Some pulled carts, others lugged it over their shoulder, and one guy was even dragging the- "Pick those supplies up. Dragging them can cause abrasions in the fabric of the sack which can lead to tears and damaging of the supplies. Is that what you want?"

Kisai asked in a monotone, emotionless voice. It was weird, with Kisai looking as lovely as she did in the humaniod body she was extremely intimidating. Even though she held such a slim, petite ebony glazed figure with silver hair down her back and full grey eyes, she was frightening. And it all came from her lack of... humanity? Having a robot for a leader caused a lot of her subordinates to be on edge. It meant that she was cold and heartless thanks to her robotic, systematic nature. However she was also fair and just because of it. The lower ranking member quickly apologized and picked it up to avoid damaging the supplies.

"Now let's head to the port. We have thirty five minutes and 32 seconds... 30, 29, 28." He voice trailed off as she turned and begun to walk. Her herself had a massive sack of supplies that she carried with relative ease. Her sack of supplies was well over five times her size and weighed at least six hundred pounds. Though her subordinates didn't mind seeing as it cast a rather nice, comforting shadow. And so they walked to the port ready for the voyage ahead.

[lily]

Victor was waiting outside Victoria's room but however he didn't hear anything come from there. It was then that one of the interns..a younger female one came up to Victor and nervously stood there for a second before clearing her throat and saying "Excuse me? Mr.Claudius sir? Victoria will be joining us later so...if you don't have anything else you need to gather then i'd suggest heading to the ship." she then looked down towards his room and said "And if you need any help gathering your stuff...i'd be happy to help you gather it as that what i'm here for." Victor nodded and dismissed her as all he needed was to gather the objects that he carried on hand.

He then proceeded to walk back to his room and began to gather up his stuff that he was going to use to travel. He took his Crystal ball, Kairoseki Net Gun, Flintlock Pistol, Den Den Mushi and everything else he usually carried on hand. He then closed and locked his room and headed down to the personal stable that held his horse Adeodatus. He then went and took Adeo out of the stable and hopped on his back as he commanded Adeo to ride down to the boat as he had made sure their was room in his room for Adeo to fit in. With Adeo fast pace they quickly made it to the port and stood their waiting for the rest of the Creed to arrive.

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Several minutes had passed since the initial speech was supposed to take place. Idle chatter amongst the members began to take place, some walked around forming small groups of conversation. Others grew restless and impatience was evident. For the few that did stand patiently waiting saw a a figure draped in soft variations of black and cream. Fitted, though eloquently spacious, black jeans resting atop black sneakers; sitting below a cream leather jacket that inadequately covered his naked upper body. Silver hair danced a duet with silver tinted orbs as the leader of The Creed looked around at his followers, comrades. He lacked his appropriate battle gear. His prized black arm and leg gauntlets and his jeweled long sword. He lacked them for he was in a place of peace.

Hospitality.

Ever since The Creed had come to Mecha Island, the people of the island had welcomed them like family and because of it the town had seen a peace like no other. It was this peace that Drake wished to spread to every island that he visited.

It was this same dream of peace that he wished to share with everyone below him. "Number One, don't forge-" Drake rose a gentle finger to his female intern who stalled her words. He nodded, acknowledging her whim but he was confident that he could handle it from here. The young woman wheeled a large suitcase that was well her body in length. She nodded at Drake's gesture and watched him take the stage.

At this point the crowd had all but settled and he took one more look before he swallowed and gathered his words. This speech would be short but sweet, "I want to thank the entirety of The Creed for showing up on our first major voyage out into the seas. Yes, we have set out individually to perform individual goods to the world but never have we moved as this big of a unit with the single purpose to bring change.

Peace."

Drake's eyes carried a soft though powerful look that pierced the audience like a knife but stung no harder than butterfly. His voice was passionate and his honesty could be felt by everyone who heard him speak. These traits coupled with his appealing physical appearance and appealing physical strength allowed him to be an eloquent speaker and a one-of-a-kind leader. "For those who are coming with me on this mission I will accept nothing but success... From myself. If not how could I expect my followers, subordinates, comrades to succeed."

"We all have dreams, ambitions. You all have heard mine and through this voyage I want to hear yours and help make them a reality. And with these words I would like you chosen few to join me on the ship. My subordinates

Comrades

Family."

And following those words the speech was concluded. And those who felt inspired and moved the speech begun to clap and applaud and those few who didn't couldn't help but nodded at never truer words.

Today marked the day of The Creed's big move. What wonders would the world bestow upon them.

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0 seconds... Arrived at destination....

Kisai looked around and then back at her sector subordinates. They had all made it with her to the docks in time for Number Ones speech. "Urgh." Kisai groaned, she figured that was what humans said after completing a strenuous activity. Sadly it was contrasted by the fact that it sounded wholly feminine, wholly enticing. She let the massive package of supplies that she carried drop; dust and debris kicked up into the air as a loud crash was heard and resonated throughout the docks.

Various people turned to look at the cause of the noise and once they saw Kisai's petite frame they turned back with typical gestures such as nods and 'oh's. Kisai's eyes scanned the surrounding area taking note of everyone present. It was then that Drake took the stage and begun his speech, "I want to thank the entirety of The Creed for showing up on our first major voyage out into the seas. Yes, we have set out individually to perform individual goods to the world but never have we moved as this big of a unit with the single purpose to bring change.

Peace.


For those who are coming with me on this mission I will accept nothing but success... From myself. If not how could I expect my followers, subordinates, comrades to succeed.

We all have dreams, ambitions. You all have heard mine and through this voyage I want to hear yours and help make them a reality. And with these words I would like you chosen few to join me on the ship. My subordinates

Comrades

Family."

And the speech was concluded. Kisai had voice recorded every bit it as she usually did and proceeded to head to the docks where the ship was located. "Those of you that are coming aboard, follow me onto the ship. The rest of you help load supplies." A soft, gentle voice carried it's way to her subordinates and with it brought strong authority. They nodded and followed. Kisai would be the first of the many to join Drake's ship ad voyage.

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"Bring her along to the port boys; we have arrived at Mecha Island, home of the Creed!" The ship's captain cried out. He was a very cheerful and optimistic man who stood over seven feet tall, 300 pounds and was easily spotted by his massive red beard that reached down to his leather belt. He had led his crew through some of the most forbidding waters most sailors wouldn't dare traverse. From the west blue this captain and his crew had successfully navigated Reverse mountain and had made there uneventfully leap frogged from island to island in the Grand Line.

This was the only reason Ramza cared about this man. For the assassin was no sailor himself and so finding adept crews to take him across the great seas was important. He would pay with coin and services as a combatant. He would usually promise the first, but his abilities to protect the crew usually out valued the voyage in which they carried him. And even now, after their entire journey together which would end here at Mecha Island, Ramza did not owe the crew a single coin. He was finally at a place he loosely called home. Ramza was a paranoid man who valued his security greatly, and here on home island of The Creed, he felt a measure of peace.

"Peace," a familiar voice could be heard as the ship rounded the island. Ramza looked up from his perch on the ship's smaller and forward mass. The port was completely filled. Members of the Creed new and old were gathered and were listening to one man speak. They listened with the reverence akin to children who listen to their father speak.

"Would'ya look at that!" The captain managed to say as he and his crew stopped their work to listen to the Creed's leader. In consequence their path to the dock was rerouted and they were going to miss it. Not wanting to wait for another pass Ramza dropped silently onto the deck, grabbed his small satchel and took off running towards the bow of the ship. In the the next moment the assassin was in the air. It was at least 40 yards from the boat to the ports outermost edge.

Ramza's dark silhouette arced high into the air, "Comrades."
Number 13's feet touched silently onto the port's wooden planks, "Family."

Standing up straight at the port's edge, Ramza looked up past the crowds at the man called Drake who had just finished his speech.

[Badman Zeek]

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[purple]~Yaaawwnn~[/purple]

A soft prelude to what would soon be an awakened Anari. She peered out through the drawn curtains of her room within the Creed Headquarters to see that the sun had barely emerged over the horizon. It was still very early which meant she had time to gather her supplies and reach the docks in time for departure. What a day to look forward to.

Sigh..it was time to begin.

Anari moved from the window, her gait particularly silent despite her quickened pace; evidence that her body was well accustomed to moving without emitting noise. She crossed over towards the wooden wardrobe that held her clothing. She selected several outfits that she flung on to the bed before rummaging through her closet to find her travel sac. After filling the sac to the brim with her clothes Anari returned to her wardrobe to retrieve her notes and research samples, placing them in a special suitcase designed to store vials and flasks of different varieties.

Moments later Anari had entered the shower, where she washed her short cut hair and cleaned off her body. Upon exiting she wrapped her hair in a towel while she began to re-dress, finding something a bit more suitable for the occasion.

She arrived at the pier and bored the ship within twenty minutes after leaving headquarters. The assassin was truly dress casually, wearing a black tank top that clung tight to her figure, khaki shorts, and black boots. Anari was glad she made it there earlier because she was able to claim one of the larger living quarters, where she organized her belongings in a similar manner to how they were set up in her room. Before she new it the teen was curled up at the head of her bed and sound asleep.

*Knock knock*

Anari had returned from her slumber feeling drowsy. Within another knock at her door her eyes focused on the direction of the sound. Her drowsiness clouded her vision but she was still able to make out a woman's figure standing in her doorway. It wasn't until the woman spoke that Anari knew who she was. [teal]"Number Three, the others have arrived and are above on deck."[/teal]

[purple]"Thank you for waking me, Selene."[/purple]

As Anari thanked the recruit she made her way topside, rubbing the her eyes until her vision became clear, stumbled aboard the deck. Some how despite how early she came, Anari had managed to show up towards the end of Drake's speech. Oh well it was worth a shot. Clambering over to the man who had brought the members off the Creed together the girl let out a sigh.

[purple]"Sorry...was anything important mentioned?"[/purple]

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