Tipping the Scales

[EriChar]

So, this is Goa Kingdom, is it? As the bright ball which seemed so fond of the sky had started its decline back toward its ocean-beyond home, a young woman crouched on the railing of a rather extravagant looking yacht, looking over the land that lay before her. Contrasting her mode of transport almost completely, while the means through which she approached her destination looked very much on the stately side, it could not be said that the passenger of our principle focus maintained a similar bearing; dressed scarcely in colours meant to draw a form of outrageous attention, and covered in a mix of metal and artwork.
It’s just like a big, ****** stone-made ant hill… Hair the colour of bubble gum blooming outward in fierce looking quills, the likes of which your feistiest of echidna would be proud to bear, as the lady lacking in lavishness looked over the tiered structure in front of her ship, her lips curled upon to reveal equally fearsome white teeth; sharpened like that of a predator, rather than the flatness one might have expected from a normal ‘someone’. However, as you’ll come to understand, the young woman perched at the front of this luxury liner was never someone who adhered to the term ‘normal’; she was Jacquotte James. Decked in a black bikini band bearing the words ‘hard’ and ‘core’ across her bust, and pale puce pants, this young girl was eager to become more familiar with this land on the horizon which she had heard so much about in her travels, and this is why she now headed there; with her ‘help’, of course.

“My, aren’t we a man of our word, eh?” Snapping around to face away from her desired locale, Miss James swung a leg back over the rail and straddled the boat’s bulwark astride, the great many piercings that this young woman bore shone in the falling sunlight of a late afternoon as she called back to the person at the helm of the craft. Now, this person holding the ship’s wheel definitely looked the part to ‘fit’ with the superb sailing ship upon which the pair now rode; dressed in a shirt with more ruffles than the choppy sea around them, and fabrics of the highest shining quality. It was odd, really, if these were placed as a pair, one might have expected the urbanely outfitted gentlemen to be the one relaxing, and the street-clothed urchin be working hard, and yet this was not the case. Rather than this so simple of status quo, it seemed that it was the young woman, for all of her immodest dress and body art, which was ‘in charge’; her companion seeming to simply, but uncomfortably, be following her command.
“I guess since you kept yours, it’s be a real **** to break mine, eh?” Slipping her lips into a broad grin and once again exposing those most unusual of dental devices, the pink-haired girl seemed amused by both the situation and her vulgar use of language, finding a sense of pleasure through insulting their sophisticated with a rather crude choice of words.

“So, I trust that you’ll keep our ‘misunderstanding’ to yourself?” Visibly pained by the crudeness created by his company, the far more regal resembling male broke the uncomfortable silence he had kept through much of the journey between the pair, ever since being so ‘charitable’ as to offer a journey to the destination that they now drew ever closer to. In the truth of the scenario, while a ride had been offered by the man, late in the earlier night, it had not initially been the sort which would have involved an ocean crossing. When the man, someone of rather an impressive reputation on the island that they were currently approaching, had invited the odd-looking girl back to his liner, he had not expected to have been now ferrying her across the ocean. It was perhaps a little ironic that this perhaps not so gentle of men was once looking for something of a new experience, and indeed found one; though, the experience of handling his craft without its crew back to his home port, instead of exploring the body of an alluring and exotic seeming woman, was not one that was high on his agenda. But then, one has to suppose that the threat of having ones innards removed in a manner similar to that which one might do so with a catfish, by the sharp knife that Miss James kept in her pocket, was sufficient inspiration for him to ‘adjust’ his evenings plans slightly. Certainly, in his attempt to gain new experiences, he would have now hopefully learned not to invite strange women into his bed, or at least, not without making sure they were unarmed first.

“Yeah; as they say, what happens in Shells Town, stays in Shells Town…” Grinning still at the satisfactory outcome of her little endeavour, the shark-toothed girl with the rather complicated first name flashed her fellow sailor with the sight of a wink, to assure him of her discretion. One had to wonder though, just how far that a girl who had coerced you into providing her with a personal ferry could be counted on for her word; the beginning of this little ‘bond’ had not exactly inspired a whole lot of faith from any sort of party, as I’m sure you can understand.

“Just get me to the docks and you’ll never have to worry about me again…” Turning her back upon the ‘helmsman’ she had bullied into her service, Miss James looked over the ever growing sight of the almost ‘conical’ land in front of her. As she had earlier assessed, it certainly did look like some sort of weird, brick-built hive; segments separated and raised from the ‘common ground’ to accommodate what only one could think were those considered to be societies betters, which presumably included our ‘volunteer’ here.
I wonder what sort of queen bee sits up there in that high tower? Tempted to stomp her way straight to the top of this stack of cylindrical ‘zones’ as soon as she had landed, more out of curiosity than malice at the moment, ‘JJ’ wondered what awaited her in this famed land of ‘nobility’. While she wasn’t too clear about what exactly she intended to do here, Jacquotte was not the type of girl who couldn’t find her own kind of fun, if she had to…

[Dr.Ambs]

It was a day like this that sent her in freedom. Kisa Samson's adventure had just began. The sun beat down on her slightly tan skin, the wind blew easy enough to move what little hair was showing, while letting her hat stay stationary on her head. Even with the warmth, it was still comfortable enough for Kisa not to change her outfit. It was heaven sent for her, especially with the medicine bag, her own living bag and her bat. It was enough to carry around those things let alone new clothes and shoes. Yes, today was going to be a good day.

Walking through the town was quiet enough, there wasn't too much activity going on. It was a small town, nothing too much out of the ordinary. In a few ways it reminded Kisa of her own town in a way; small, quiet and it seemed like everyone knew each other. Yet there were difference, of course. It missed Kisa's eyes of course for the time being. The sea green eyes missed the muggers and thieves hidden in clear day, dressed as those with class.

However the slugger's train of thought was inturrupted when her stomach let out a growl. Perhaps I should get some food. And maybe some drinks. After tapping her chin, the red head looked over to find her self a place she would be able to satisfy both cravings. Her look didn't go too long before a small tavern was in her sights. The inside was normal, after all it was only a few hours before lunch. It meant that it would give Kisa the time to get her food and settled before the lunch crew hit.

"I'll take beer and a hamburger with fries please." the young woman's voice reached the bartender. Glancing around as the baseball fanatic was waiting for her food and drink. It seemed like the only people in here beside herself was the usual crowd of people that seemed to come in here all the time. It wasn't too long before her order was placed up and Kisa was served the good old fashion food. "Thank you!" Kisa replied, remembering her manners.

The baseball girl then dug into the plate of food, almost seeming oblivious to the world around her. Her mind was too preoccupied on her next 'mission' as she had called it. She had to find Garret. Kisa needed to know what had happened to him over the year he left and for him to kill her uncle. For him to kill her whole family. She needed answers. He would talk rather he liked it or not, that was her last resort. However, for now, she would have to focus on keeping herself stable and fit. Along with having fun, after all, who didn't like to have a home run?

[EriChar]

Man, this place is so dull… Her choice of ‘host’ having helped her find a landing in the highest ‘tier’ of society, Miss Jacquotte James toured the top of the Goa Kingdom with her usual swagger, feeling uninspired by her surroundings. Throw her in a garbage heap or back alley, and this girl would feel right at home stomping her way across the ground of the common man, but where she was now had something imposed upon it which made the surrounding so lacking in intrigue; peace. A dirt poor little girl grown into a woman, ‘JJ’ was not the type to enjoy the airs and graces of the upper class; the whole sense of sophistication and tradition was stifling, and she preferred the hustle, bustle and simplicity of a busy bar or marketplace. What this young visitor wanted was a place where she could put her ear to the ground, as it were, and see what rhythms she might be able to hear, not be deafened by the silence of sophistication.

I could try and liven this place up, I suppose… Pouting mildly at the lack of excitement that her surrounding offered, the young girl rolled her shoulder and adjusted the knapsack she had hung from it, looking around herself in a dull desperation to find something to amuse herself, but found no ideal source.
But this place is dead as a graveyard, and I imagine the people are too, to live in it… Releasing her disappointment in a blast of air from her mouth, Jacquotte slumped slightly before deciding fully that this was not the sort of place she wanted to ‘hang out’ in. Gripping her pack tightly, Miss James sprang from her slow stroll and into a sprint, taking full advantage of the power her body seemed to coarse with, and in seconds was sailing through the air. ‘Gifted’ by at least a half share of the species known as ‘Fishman’ in her lineage, physical feats that the common man or woman might have found extraordinary were no more extravagant for this sharp-toothed girl than the simple action of stepping out of bed, and without even a great need for exertion, JJ hopped onto the high wall that separated this upper class district from those beneath it.

What are we dealing with then? Perching on the divide with her free hand above her brow, the girl surveyed her surrounding for the sight of something that might snatch her interest.
Oh, maybe this place isn’t as boring as its nobility implies? Casting her eyes over the horizon, the pink-haired punk couldn’t help but feel impressed with what lay beyond her eyes; blooming immediately downward, the city seemed to explode in size as one moved beneath, becoming far more crowded and interesting looking as one descended into its depths. But that wasn’t all. Beyond the high wall that seemed to surround the ‘civilization’, JJ could see what was to her something of a ‘wonderland’; what looked to be a scrapyard or something was poking out from the peak of the castle-like guard that surrounded the city, and further still were forests and mountains, no doubt hiding all sorts of adventures which could be had.

I bet a boy or two has had a good many adventures here… Feeling a sense of excitement at what she had seen, the young girl couldn’t help but feel thrilled at what lay ahead, and jealous toward those who had already had the chance to explore these lands. Having arrived in Goa with the promise of fun more than anything, while her initial disappointment at the doldrums of the ‘Rich’ district had the girl questioning this aim, the sight of the scene as a whole reinvigorated her. Contrary to her initial impression, the Kingdom might well have a thing or two to offer her in the ‘adventure’ she was on, and perhaps even something she might need.

Excellent; no time like the present to get started then! Chuckling to herself gleefully, the girl sprang from her seat with enthusiasm, plunging from the high walls of the upper classes and downward, her vocalizations erupted into a brief cackle as the air pushed past her body, casting the spikes on her head all about. Not fearful of such a high fall, the girl felt no sort of terror for the few seconds she spent descending from the ‘heavens’; knowing that her body was far sturdier than what would be needed to survive this descent. With a thud that startled those who cared to stand about her touchdown, Miss James returned to firm ground with a crouching stamp, driving her fist into the floor for good measure, and denting the ground beneath herself from her impact. A sting on discomfort shaking through her body at the strain of her reckless descent, the young woman was nonetheless unharmed by her rashness.

The landing she had performed, had however, drawn her not a small degree of attention from the locals, who now seemed to stand idly hanging their mouths or muttering.
“Yup. You’d better believe your eyes, b****s!” Happy to have so many eyes looking at her, the young ‘lady’ played a little for the crowds, throwing her arms into the air theatrically, and announcing herself with the usual crudeness of language she liked to deliver. While perhaps not the world’s greatest orator, it was the actions that the girl performed rather than the words she used which might inspire others; JJ didn’t abide by the natural status quo, and liked others of a similar set of mind.
“Jacquotte James is in Goa Kingdom, and s*** is about to go off!” Giddy with excitement of what awaited, the punk shone her shark-like teeth toward the crowd in a wicked smile of delight, boldly announcing her less than amicable intention for her time here. Not the type to wither from the limelight and scurry away from people’s attention, Miss James did nothing to deny that she wanted to spread a little wickedness in the land, and in fact, would have enjoyed it if a few of the locals might have been inclined to join her ‘wild ride’…

[Dr.Ambs]

The baseball girl was sitting in her quiet bar, happily munching on her fries when she heard a rather course language being shouted from the heavens. Blinking, Kisa swallowed what was left in her mouth before looking to the door. Her eyes then turned to the bartender, "Oi, is it always this.. energetic in the morning?" She asked, laying money down on the table.

"Not usually, there must be some new people here, thus the energy." The bar tender added as he picked up the woman's finished plate. "It's not too odd for us to get passerby, like yourself. Some are more quiet than others, while some are more... unlawful than others."

It caused the non native to ponder for a moment before shrugging. It made sense to her. After all Goa Kingdom was a popular stop to restock and trade off. Although with the nobles... Having grown up from a small town that treated pretty much equal, Kisa never knew the hassle of over priced taxes and the harassment of nobles ruling the smaller towns. regardless, the slugger tighten her hat before picking her bags up and walking out into the streets.

Her facial expression turned into one of curiosity as she saw the people staring up at the figure that must have been yelling earlier. Kisa could understand their agape mouths. This woman was... well... it was hard to describe. If Kisa had to use one word 'punk' would be it. With vibrant bubble gum pink hair, piercings and her attire, Kisa couldn't pick any other words to describe the person ahead of her. This woman looked like she could handle someone three times her size, and then some. It wasn't that Kisa didn't think that she couldn't cause trouble, it was just that Kisa could care less on what the punk attire clad woman would want to do.

"Oi oi." Kisa spoke, looking at the woman as her bat was slung over her shoulder. Her voice, laid back and directed to the woman, caused others to now look at the challenger, "It's way to early to be shouting like that, can't you keep it down?" With an exhale, the baseball bat wielder shifted her weight to one foot, staring at the punk woman. It was one thing for her to be causing the noise, but when Kisa was starting to fidget from not being able to get a single lead on Garret, or a few good swings. It wasn't that she wanted to take it out on this rocker in front of her, she just needed something to pass her boredom. Perhaps this woman could help her.

[EriChar]

Booming with blatant disregard for the activities of others, it was not with a sense of satisfaction that the pink-haired punk was ‘welcomed’ by the dumbfounded looks of the folk around her. While the smell of adventure was enticing to her, what the woman most wanted to engage in was that most ancient of customs, known internationally as ‘the brawl’. Having been cooped up on a ship with only a crusty old fart for company, JJ had been looking to cut loose and enjoy herself a little bit, but from the looks of it, every inch of this town was boring.
These limp-dick's are useless… Her attempt at provocation falling flat on its face, Miss James clicked her tongue in disapproval and disappointment, the back of her head scratched in irritation by the black-varnished nail of the woman’s finger.
I mean, what does a girl have to do around here to put her fist in a few faces? Stuffing her hands within the pockets of her pale pink pants, the punk was almost ready to give up on the idea of getting some old fashioned hurt on, not liking the idea of just swatting someone at random; it seemed too much like bullying. While she was rough and ready, taking ‘the fight’ to people who didn’t deserve it was something that Jacquotte didn’t like; while she didn’t lose much sleep over people who stupidly strayed into the middle of a fight, they weren’t her targets. For all of her faults and fortes, this was a woman who cared just enough to not seek trouble from those who didn’t want it; it was more fun, after all, to get into scrapes with those who did.


Huh, what’s this? About ready to pack up her shop and see what wild animals that the woods could offer her a ‘workout’, the call of someone who maybe had something close to a ‘pair’ caught the attention of the pink-headed girl, and Jacquotte spun around to see who had the balls to call out to her.
Maybe a little fun might be had after all? The shapely form of a woman, wrapped in what looked to be sportswear, which didn’t completely hide her well-honed frame was the surprise waiting for the island’s intruder; creating a spark within the heart of the punk about what was to come.

“Ehhh?” Trying to hide her happiness at the possibility of a decent challenge, As JJ leered over the form of her querent, she summoned her most belligerent of expressions; practically sneering at the cap-wearing miss and showing off the jagged pearly whites between her lips.
“Who the hell do you think you’re bossing around, b****?” While it was irritating for her to be ordered around by anyone, being such a free ‘bird’ as she was, it had to be said that much of the coarseness from the pink punk was a ploy; a mild act designed with defiance in order to draw out the derision of her potential rival. Joining her snarling look, the rambunctious pirate girl flashed the sign of the bird at the bat-bearing beauty opposite her, hoping to further provoke physical action between them. The weapon in the woman’s hand certainly seemed promising; a metal bat implied that the fellow femme meant business, and with the power of the devil that Miss James possessed, it might serve to level the playground if used with sufficient skill. While the quality of her potential foes previously had only been enough to make it worthwhile if she were battled en masse, fought against with the fury of greater number, the challenge of someone who might actually be in a similar sort of ;league’ to Jacquotte had its own charms, and might make up for the tedium that the rocker had encountered so far in her ‘tour’ of the Goa Kingdom.

“Looking pretty cocky there, try’na tell me what to do…” Her mind was made up. Moving closer to the body of the batswoman to further impose a sense of provocation, Miss James had decided that the girl with the cap and bat would be a key player in the fun that was to come on the island. In the short time that the pink-haired young lady had been on the island, one thing had been made clear to her; it was far too proper, and far too boring. It was time to upset the apple carts of these sleepy sellers and sophisticates, and bring a little excitement to this dreary land.
“Hope you’ve got the skills to back that up…” The eyes of the fanged female lighting up with the thrill of battle, Jacquotte showed that she too was not entirely the most humble of souls, leaning back on her hip and casually beckoning for the batter to bring the fight to her; things were, certainly, about to go off…