Clash! An Island Rider Appears! [Fax/Me!]

[Roin]

[Quick OOC Tag to ensure Fax finds it: @benoit]

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Shell Island was quiet... mainly due to the fact that it was a slow week for the Base-holding island. No pirates had sailed the waters, no smugglers had been found, and even the local goons had been quiet for once. Overall... it was a peaceful week for the Marine-operated island. Enough so that most marines on the island were taking some good R&R while skeleton shifts managed the normal jobs. That very same call of putting the men on R&R, however, is what leads to the start of a very... eventful time on Shell Island...


The calm waters of the East Blue weren't that bad. The Winged Man kept a small smile on his face, angling his arm as an occasional wave threatened to toss him from the board. The iron-coated bottom handled the deeper sea-waters masterfully, the surfer not even bugged too much with balance. Perhaps that had come with so many years of riding... but Briseur wasn't one to be too caring of such things. Lead foot pressing into the board, the rider felt the power of his dials lurch to their max... and only a second later the board revved up to a higher speed that forced even the experienced rider to lower and balance his posture. It had been a while since Briseur had to flee the ship he'd been riding on... for, quite simply, being identified as a revolutionary thanks to an inquisitive Marine aboard the civilian vessel.

Eyes forward, Brisseur slowed considerably as the waters lost their turbulent behavior. It wasn't the deep sea... but rather an encroaching shoreline. Slowing as much as he safely could, Briseur peered a bit into the distance to spot a very... strange island. One that seemed like a giant dial. There weren't dials in the Blue Sea... at least, not that he had ever heard. Making a face, the Shandian took a bit of thinking before putting on a smirk. If those giant blue things really were dials...

"I bet that island has dials!"

Thrusting his board to full, the Winged Boarder launched forward once more... but this time with a location in mind. As he moved, however, the lurch of his board made the Shandian cut the board's power... just in time to slow and hitch a ride on a wave that was building in the short distance between the shore and the sea itself. With a cheery laugh, Briseur widened his balance and shifted his lead foot forward... and caught the wave just as it rose and began to break. Riding the wave slowly for now, Briseur took his time, and slightly elevated height, to peer toward the fast-approaching shore. The shoreline he was coming toward wasn't a shore... but rather a rocky cliff. That meant the Shandian would have to fly to jump the ten foot tall rock-face. Good thing he didn't need to use his wings for that...

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A bunch of marines were laughing at the restaurant close to the very same cliffs. Roughly five of them were sitting at the place's outdoor table, hooting and hollering at the joke of... well, the only one not laughing his head off. One of them, however, looked out toward the wave... and stood with a started yell. "Yo, who's that guy riding toward the cliffs!?" The others had immediately stood up to peer in the same direction, spotting the surfer just as fast. At the speed he was going... well, it seemed like the stranger was going to crash into the cliffs and break with the wave! In a panic, the men rushed to wave and shout the man to change course quickly... up until they were given a strange sight. The man was dipping low on the wave... before turning back and riding the wave up and, with a loud hum of the dials on the board... well, he took flight.

Mouths agape in awe at the move, they weren't paying attention as the guy immediately leaned forward, spinning the board to at least somewhat face the cliff... and in-turn, them. Briseur was high enough to make it, roughly two feet of climbing were left, though. With a flash of practice, the board's milky Dial kicked in, the white substance spraying out quickly in the board's path before running along and behind it as the Shandian "caught" his new cloudy road. It vanished as fast as he moved along it, it seemed, but Briseur lifted the tip of the board to ensure he kept climbing while hovering over the sea. With all the looks of awe still on him, Briseur came over the lip of the cliff and skimmed off the railing of the outdoor restaurant, sparks flying as the surfer grinded his teeth and cut his Milky Dial before landing on the opposite side... and safely in the place's seating area.

With the marines and civilians that had been eating all focused on him, Briseur looked about before facing the Marines... due to the fact they were still in their uniforms, just a bit more relaxed. Marines were... not Briseur's friends, even if they weren't aware of his identity as a Revolutionary. Turning his gaze toward the large blue dials at the top of the island, Briseur pointed toward it before making a face.

"I need dials like those, but smaller if you got 'em! My board could use some upgrades, after all!"

If anyone was bound to make a scene... well, this was most likely going to cause quite the scene for marines and civilians alike today. Even now, the marines were all confused while the few civilians asked what dials were... and the manager of the place phoned a call into the base from a Den Den Mushi. The man's complaint was pretty strange; that a man had seemingly flew up from the sea and now was saying something about "dials" and pointing to the Marine base!

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For all of the traits that come to mind when one thinks of a Marine officers, the key mental abilities are often cast aside. Strength, speed, and toughness are admired or worshiped, but it takes true skill to serve on an island with a Marine base, there's never anything to do! The sun rests comfortably in the middle of the gorgeous, azure, and practically cloudless sky, it's another warm day in the safe haven known as Shell Town, but the young Faxmeister's complexion would leave some to believe that he hadn't seen the sun in quite a while. His slim muscle build clearly isn't super strong, but his patience is the only thing keeping him sane during his patrol around the town.

Beneath a pair of brown sunglasses, his eyes boredly stare at the lewd magazine of people with bodies as beautiful as his that is cleverly hidden inside of a thick, blue cover with the Marine insignia on the front in gold. Lucas is unfortunately enough to be working on the "skeleton shift", which entails going on a patrol of the town. With the wind blowing his gorgeous, silky and golden hair behind him, the Faxmeister blindly walks through the docks.

When Lucas finally does choose to look up, he's looking up to the site of someone appearing as if they'd be riding into their own death. Sailing or surfing in these seas was child's play, so dying in a surfing accident in the kiddy pool is enough to cause anyone that's ever been on a boat to grimace. "Well.. I guess I should be over there. Someone has to get the body out of the water, if he survives.." The magazine inside of the pseudo-marine handbook cover is closed, and the young swordsman picks up his pace while he sprints to the cliffs that'd break all of this novice's bones in a few seconds!

Apparently, this "novice" surfer also doubles as a professor, because he gives Lucas an amazing lesson about physics when he launches himself from the crest of the wave to take flight, with clear assistance from that board! The pale seaman ensign is one of the many people that stare at the obvious near-death experiences, and when he finally gets over to the restaurant he believed to have seen get a surprise visitor, all he sees is the guy pointing.. And he hears something about "dials?" With a pretty sloppy entrance by bursting into the part of the outdoor restaurant where the diners are seated, past the servers and barely dodging a table that seats a family, the stranger is accosted by the golden maned recruit!

"..Why'd you think it was a good idea to missile into a town and start asking questions? You're causing a disturbance, and it's probably best that you skedaddle. If you're looking for whatever for your board, go look for it somewhere else. If you want rum and good times, this might be the place for you. If not.. Leave." In all honesty, Lucas doesn't have the slightest idea of what is served here, but considering that their are other marine officers who weren't the first to speak about this rude intrusion, he's assuming that alcohol HAS to be in play. No one knows who he is but his navy blue shirt and insignia on his cap makes it clear who he is aligned with.. and the sheathed sword at his hip does a good job at displaying that he's prepared for a battle if necessary. 'Wings? Why does he have wings?' 

[Roin]

Everyone around Briseur had been quiet, up until some blonde-haired guy spoke up. Briseur had turned his gaze, listening on for half a second before pausing at the sight of the man. It wasn't how he looked... but what he wore. As a revolutionary, Briseur had yet to make his "splash" on the world... but now he'd come face-to-face with a Marine in full uniform... and hadn't seemed to be noticed yet. Snapping out of it as the other man waited for some sort of reply, Briseur looked to the bystanders with a worried glint to his gaze. Spotting Marine tattoos and mixed attire of those off-duty, the surfer increasingly stiffened. And then... it all hit at once.

"Shiiiiiii- wrong island, gotta go!!!"

Pressing his foot back down as hard as he could, the board's dials kicked into full and sent a table cloth behind Briseur flying into the air from the sheer force. For a brief moment, the board's drag held it in place on the ground... but with a lurch, the board lifted up and a quick burst of the Milky Dial for grip ensured it took off. Sending sparks behind him, Briseur slid threw a gateway out of the eating area and into the open street. In a flash, however, the manager ran outside and pointed at the fleeing man.

"The base told me there were reports of winged criminals in the last Report! Stop that guy!"

Even though it was a civilian, the off-duty marines even seemed to snap to attention and quickly turn toward the fleeing Shandian. All at once... the entire off-duty guard was alerted to the intruder. Briseur didn't wait around, spinning out briefly on the street before pushing the full power again and taking off... and upward the road toward the Marine base. Immediately, one of the men paled and raised his hands to his head in panic.

"W-Wait, didn't that guy say he wanted the base a moment before!? He's going to try and steal something or maybe even blow up our base!"

Of course, the man's accusation was one born of bad listening skills and equal fearful assumptions... but it did it's job. The group of marines began gathering their things, though they were going quite slow. At this rate, it was clear they'd need to return to the base and prepare for combat... which meant only the small skeleton crew back at the base was going to be ready for this "winged criminal"'s deadly assault.

Briseur, on the other hand, simply was cursing his luck as he skidded side-to-side, ensuring he could climb the hill. The bad part? His speed was reduced to the that of a mere run for someone on foot. Already, the winged surfer was sliding his cestus into place, tightening his fist to ensure it was on. The reality of it... was that Briseur was likely going to have to fight if he wanted to get some dials from these people. And if he wanted to get off the island... well, he'd have to do so fast. The last thing Briseur needed was to face a whole bunch of Marines after riding the waves out to this island! And if it came to it... well, jumping off the cliffs wasn't going to be fun since his wings didn't work at all!


"Gotta go fast... gotta go faster! Faster, faster, faster, faster!"

The dials blared briefly, reaching their max speed... but it didn't matter. On Land, his speed was going to be lowered... even at full power, Breath Dials weren't going to be strong enough to make him much faster than someone running. The sparks and difficulty of keeping his balance was already troubling... if he pushed the dials beyond their normal zone, Briseur would just burn them out and have to refuel them. And resupplying breath dials... well, it wasn't as simple as resupplying a majority of the other dials.

In and out... er... I wonder what that blonde-haired Marine was saying before I bailed...

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For once, someone opts to take the path less traveled and actually heed the warning of the guy in charge! Lucas's hand is already beginning to slither down his hip to reach at his sword, so having the chance to settle this with words honestly stings his bravado a little. After all, it isn't everyday that you get to kick someone's rear end across town in front of an audience and your peers! The only things that noteworthy on his person are his wings, his face looks completely unfamiliar, and his board could be crafted by aliens and fueled by stardust as far as Lucas can tell. 

"Yes. You *are* on the wrong island."

Finally, this landsurfing numbskull finds the nearest exit.. but Lucas is able to see the stare he receives by this intruder.

That look.. 

That look is familiar. 

That look is the look that keeps Lucas awake at night, while he tries to find comfort in the pile of men or women of the island that he's sharing his bed with. That look haunts him every time he looks in the mirror, that look is the bane of his existence! While the entire eatery is filled with uncomfortable silence and confusion, the young and noble Faxmeister's eyes are practically fueled with fire! Without a single hint of confusion in his tone, the pale officer speaks:

"...He thought my hair was blonde.."

Any marines in the place would probably shutter, as most of the ones that worked closely with the beautiful boy probably were sick of hearing about his hygiene, his 'night festivities', his ability to drink others underneath the table, but of all things, hearing about how both his hair and his eyes are gold, rather than blonde of hazel would evoke multiple groans from anyone who knew him.. but clearly, anyone who isn't left at awe at the sight of his golden mane is clearly ignorant, and blatantly rude! The manager's claim that this man was wanted rings a bell as to why those wings seemed to stick out so much, it makes sense! Still, that's only gasoline being thrown into an already blazing forest fire!

While the other officers are getting their gatherings together, the active skeleton shift crew member is sprinting after the extremely rude man! Granted, he's already sweating from sprinting to the outdoor eatery, so as he chases after the presumed criminal, the sweat trickles down his chest, and leaves his pecs practically visible through the material. It's hard to not want to flirt and flex with every lovely lady on his path to fort kick-ass (AKA the Shell Town Marine base), but he fights his urges in his pursuit! "Hey, slow down, we've got some questions for you!" Hopefully this guy isn't the brightest light in the pack..

'So I'll get to the base, someone back here would've given the guys at the base a headsup, so if things get messy, I'll be in a fight with the numbers on our side. If I can take out the board, I think that he won't have any other options.. I don't have one of the guns but.. there has to be someone who does. Since he's practically moving in a straight path down the main roads to his target, I probably won't be able to cut him off unless something slows him down.. all it takes is ONE wrong turn, and that board is done!'

[Roin]

Briseur had thought himself long gone... how wrong he was. Skidding side-to-side had let someone catch up somewhat to his pace. Looking back, the Shandian made a face. Speak of the Devil and he'll come! Blondie had shown up and was right after Briseur. Unlike him, however... Briseur wasn't going to tire out as fast as someone running would.

"I don't answer stinkin' Marines, blondie! I only came here for Dia-"

Cutting off, Briseur had caught something in the corner of his eye. A young girl was laughing as she walked with her mother, holding a small, flat-looking shell. In a moment's recollection, the surfer paled before turning his board, the sparks kicking up at the sudden shift of rhythm. Rather than keep going uphill... Briseur took off toward the two. Stealing wasn't a big thing in the Shandian's book, but a girl shouldn't have a Dial of this kind!

Just as the girl's hand idly rubbed the shell, almost thumbing the device, Briseur curved and sweeped past the mother and daughter, the grown-up shrieking and the daughter letting out a cry as Briseur snatched the dial from her. However, the result wasn't what he'd intended. When he grabbed the dial and pulled it away, Briseur accidentally thumbed the dial's power. The result was, as he passed the duo by a mere inch, the dial released a burst of wind, cutting the stone wall just beyond them. A normal person of the Blue Sea wouldn't understand, no doubt, and would assume it had been an attack... but Briseur had let out a call as he shakily regained his balance. He'd avoided crashing into them or the buildings near them...but the surfer had changed course greatly. For one... he had pulled a wide U-Turn and was going back downhill. The result... was that he was going very fast.

"Too~ fast!"

His hands fumbled with the new Dial, but at last he achieved exactly what he wanted. Loosening the leather cestus briefly, Briseur placed the dial along the back of his hand before pulling the cestus back on fully. It wasn't so much an improvement to the weapon... but rather a way to use the dial if it came to it. Using glove-mounted dials had been trained into the Shandian long ago, thankfully. Squeezing his fist, Briseur focused his attention back forward... just in time to spot a duo of Marines running uphill toward him. They were clearly the most sober from the restaurant, swords in hand and their step a bit accurate... but Briseur had no time to deal with these chumps! Pushing the nose of his board for only a moment against the ground, a groove in the road launched the board forward. In turn... well, Briseur gave an additional push against the ground mid-roll to fire forward.

"Tir de la Lisse!"

The marine leading the duo let out a panicked yell, stopping and taking a step back... but it was far too late. Thanks to the speed of his movement, the iron-bottom of the board smashed into the man's chest and face. Briseur immediately let out a laugh, "riding" the man's face for a moment as he fell backward and crashed into his buddy. Through the fall, Briseur got a chance to look at Blondie... before firing the dials once more. Aside from sending the first man rolling back from the sheer power of his two Breaht Dials, Briseur had the perfect effect; taking off the second man's body and into the air briefly before crashing back to the road and on his merry way.

If there was one place Briseur had the advantage off the sea... it was while going downhill! Most of his attacks involved falling or launching himself, after all! The wings on his back shined in the sunlight as the duo of marines fell to the road knocked out... all the while, Briseur had made his decision on a destination. Angling himself just slightly... he hit a nearby cart and went skidding onto a low-set building. If Blondie had been running downhill, he'd no doubt have the speed to run and leap from the very same ramp... which was what Briseur wanted.

As if to challenge the pursuer, Briseur put on a smirk and gave a thumbs up. "Looks like your buddies ain't so slick, Marine! Boys in blue ain't got a thing on the Revolutionary of the sea!"

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Hostages?

Lucas is already running at about 75% of his full speed, he's comfortable knowing that he can keep up with this jerk for a good while before he gets too tired and falls off of his trail. Many miles were passed by many men in the quest to be marines, and even more miles were sprinted in the quest to have such a sexy body. What's a few more miles? Unfortunately, the two civilians don't see the Marine chase in front of them, and Lucas's bark to get the hell out of the way isn't quick enough to get their attention. Lucas is expecting this piece of scum to try kidnapping the girl, but instead, he chooses to take the sea shell she was holding. Seconds later, the noble Faxmeister quickly stops his run to cover his eyes from debris coming from the winged man's attack to the wall! Apparently, this was no longer a chase, it was a fight!

As more of a counter-fighter, Lucas isn't too interested in charging blindly into a fight with an opponent with mysterious abilities, but only seconds pass before the winged scum pulls a 180 degree turn and returns downhill, into the trap set by two fellow officers. 

'I'll sit this one out. Let's see what he can do.'

The first observation picks up the landsurfer using his board for offensive purposes in a gruesome display on some unlucky bloke's face.. he'd need someone to remind him that his nose is supposed to point forward after that hit!

So he's able to use the board for transportation in land and sea, and also able to use it for offensive purposes. It's speed makes it a solid defense, although I don't imagine him using it as a shield. And are those shells all of the reason for the excitement? They're practically like giant cannons? Why'd a little girl have that.. and how the hell isn't that common knowledge! 

Lucas will take the tiniest steps he can muster up to bring himself to a stop before he faceplants into the wall.. he'll lean on the nearby cart and look up to the most annoying man on this island right now. Both golden Faxmeister eyes clearly display how annoyed he is right now.. of course, his clenched fists and flared nostrils are also indicators!

"You're a revolutionary? You.. you're (a quick break to try catching his breath, accompanied by him wiping the sweat from his forehead.) Did you hit your head?"

Nope! Nope! Too smart! I'm not hopping up to a height that I can't get down from safely. I'd have done it if you hadn't tried to lie about being a revolutionary to scare me up there.. Revolutionaries are famous! They're smart! They're cunning! Just because you have that shell doesn't mean you aren't some stupid surfing fairy! You can't even fly!

[Roin]

The surfer put on a smirk at the man's disbelief. Briseur had yet to truly make his calling... but to get told he wasn't a Revolutionary? That was almost a challenge. Idly scanning the buildings, carefully shifting atop the board before finding his target. The giant Dial wasn't a dial, he now noticed... it was a shell-shaped Marine Base. Pointing in its direction, the base's flag was just visible without having to squint from this distance. Once he was certain the point was accurate, the Shandian turned his gaze down to the blonde-haired goon with a smirk.

"See that flag? I'll be tearin' that down, bro! Then I'm takin' that girl's dial and whatever else I can find before taking off!"

Raising the hand with his newly acquired Dial, Briseur took the time to make a small adjustment, sliding it idly into the center of his cestus... and effectively putting it between the steel band and leather while giving a flicker of the Axe Dial to cut a groove through the leather. If the surfer threw a back-handed blow... well, now he could activate the Axe Dial upon impact to reinforce the blow with a blade-like burst! Satisfied with the quick modification, the Shandian let out a cheerful shout.

"Better remember my name, blondie! Briseur Vague is going to embarass you and your whole damn Marine force!"

Mid-shout, however, Briseur was caught off guard... by a bunch of people throwing shells and items at him. The townspeople wanted nothing to do with the Revolutionary, it seemed, and certainly were voicing it in the form of insults, threats, and even mockery. However, it was as one shell neared Briseur, the surfer having been flinching and covering himself, that his eyes widened. Immediately reaching out, his hand grabbed the red, spiral-shaped shell. It was long, even if not wide... which gave Briseur immediate action.

"Hell, this'll have to- Ow!- do!"

Sliding the shell into the wrist-portion of his cestus, having to loosen the bands holding it in place, the gauntlet-like weapon now had the dial tucked in the bindings and tightening it with the sheer size of it. This was no Heat Dial... but a Flame Dial. Ensuring the end wasn't possibly going to spill fire onto the leather, Briseur took off after a brick smashed into his back. The result was the surfer flying out into the open road before veering and sliding back toward the base... but this time with a bit less control.

The dial was ready, but the Shandian had quite a few bruises after waiting around like that. Without a dial to store gas, the "flamethrower" idea behind it wasn't going to be very effective. At best he'd have a foot or two of range for now... but it'd have to do. Focusing his eyes forward, he measured the distance to the base. It'd take a bit more to reach it... but the good thing? That blonde bastard wouldn't be able to ride that cart going back uphill! Looking back quickly, Briseur let out a booming laugh before waving to the crowd and the Marine.

"See you in a moment when I take that damn flag down!"

Turning his gaze forward, the situation began to mentally sink in. The facts? Briseur was a lone Revolutionary against a small base... he guessed. There was no telling how many marines were on active duty, since two had seemingly come from downhill. Was it possible they were on break or deployed from the docks? The only thing the Sky Person could figure... was that if he kept speed, he should be fine... but being forced into a fight would put stress not only on himself but on his board. Too many impacts would dent the layer reinforcing the bottom of his board... and a dent would make riding on the ground almost impossible.

Putting all this into perspective... the surfer narrowed his eyes and focused on his wavy-like speed toward the top. That flag had to go first... or he would certainly be a joke as a Revolutionary! The Old Lady wouldn't be pleased if he put the group to shame!