Post by Kami-Gaz on Dec 7, 2015 11:10:54 GMT -5
Beaten and sore Don Finn Bubbles had lost this fight, his failure to take into consideration what was in the vial was the tipping point the tribal needed to win. He was having trouble with his walking due to the fight and was leaning on Morris, who was in her weapon form so Finn had something had sturdy enough to take his weight. The feeling that welled inside the Mafia boss was not one of self-pity or any emotion like that, it was determination that he could get better, fight more people like this tribal man and his bug, who was currently pointing out a strange woman who was watching the fight. "Who's she? A slave or something? ...Is she your lover? " What kind of question was that how can slave and lover be related, was this man accustomed to having slaves? Thoughts quickly rushed around the Don’s head only to be stopped by Morris’ words.
“Squa Finn’s got a new girl?” The parrot squawked out in response to the tribal who was pointing out the appearance of Mizuki, making Finn look to where Vik was looking too. As his eyes arrived upon the fair skinned woman, which was contrasted by her own dark hair. Her face was new, something the mafia man had never seen before, it was as if she was a ghost, or a really new arrival to the island. “No… Come on Morrie, this isn’t Cheery… Cherry skipped town last week because of the puffer thing.” Finn said before laughing at how stupid that sounded.
Looking at Vik he decided to give a straight answer now. “No, she isn’t a slave or my lover, but given how intensely she was staring I can only assume she is a Fan” The Don replied properly before hobbling over, every second step having to be assisted by Morris. This would not be the first fan who had gotten too close to a fight just to see Finn and Morris in action. The last time it happened a young man fell off of a wall and on top of the pair, so this was already a far more pleasant experience.
Though one thing did play on the young mafia bosses mind, the first word he used to describe the ivory skinned young woman who had appeared before them. ‘Slave’ There has not been a slave used in the fish man mafia since his adoptive father freed them all the day he claimed his birth right. The last person who wanted slaves was Gerald, Don Finn’s adopted brother. A quick flash of images ran through the young man’s head before he pointed the scythe towards the tribal man. “Not once did you kick my ass, and until you used that sticky stuff I was going to win.” He said truthfully before pulling Morris back and used her to walk again.
After turning to the ruined door frame Finn would sigh “I suppose I should know the name of the man who beat me, what is it?” He asked whilst looking over his dirtied shoulder. “Ehh… tell me later, let’s go back to my house we can get fixed up there.” His eyes were on both, the iviry woman in blue and the tribal mad man with his bug.
The scythe suddenly shook before a loud squawking sound came from it. “New girl come too! Do you have crackers? If you do, you come too!” the bird brained scythe shouted out, clearly thinking of it’s stomach over the security risks of this stranger who was watching them. From the way she looked she was harmless, nothing Finn could not handle even when he was as injured as he was, and if he could not handle him the tribal mad man could. “Fine she can come too.” He sighed out before leading the charge home. However he stopped for one second and looked at a large pale green fish man who had his jaw down by his chest. “Clear the scene, get anyone who is injured care, and organise something to be done about the shop. I want it rebuilt by next week.” He whispered in to his ear, they were the most important words that fish man could have heard because they were orders and if they were not followed, he would have to pay the price. What that price was no one outside the mafia knew.
Once he was done he carried on hobbling forwards with Morris for support, each step sending a shot of pain throughout his body. The crowd would slowly part ways so the pair could follow Don Finn Bubbles out of the rubble and back to his home where they could rest and fix themselves up, as well as finally have a proper chat and question the winner of their little bout.
“Squa Finn’s got a new girl?” The parrot squawked out in response to the tribal who was pointing out the appearance of Mizuki, making Finn look to where Vik was looking too. As his eyes arrived upon the fair skinned woman, which was contrasted by her own dark hair. Her face was new, something the mafia man had never seen before, it was as if she was a ghost, or a really new arrival to the island. “No… Come on Morrie, this isn’t Cheery… Cherry skipped town last week because of the puffer thing.” Finn said before laughing at how stupid that sounded.
Looking at Vik he decided to give a straight answer now. “No, she isn’t a slave or my lover, but given how intensely she was staring I can only assume she is a Fan” The Don replied properly before hobbling over, every second step having to be assisted by Morris. This would not be the first fan who had gotten too close to a fight just to see Finn and Morris in action. The last time it happened a young man fell off of a wall and on top of the pair, so this was already a far more pleasant experience.
Though one thing did play on the young mafia bosses mind, the first word he used to describe the ivory skinned young woman who had appeared before them. ‘Slave’ There has not been a slave used in the fish man mafia since his adoptive father freed them all the day he claimed his birth right. The last person who wanted slaves was Gerald, Don Finn’s adopted brother. A quick flash of images ran through the young man’s head before he pointed the scythe towards the tribal man. “Not once did you kick my ass, and until you used that sticky stuff I was going to win.” He said truthfully before pulling Morris back and used her to walk again.
After turning to the ruined door frame Finn would sigh “I suppose I should know the name of the man who beat me, what is it?” He asked whilst looking over his dirtied shoulder. “Ehh… tell me later, let’s go back to my house we can get fixed up there.” His eyes were on both, the iviry woman in blue and the tribal mad man with his bug.
The scythe suddenly shook before a loud squawking sound came from it. “New girl come too! Do you have crackers? If you do, you come too!” the bird brained scythe shouted out, clearly thinking of it’s stomach over the security risks of this stranger who was watching them. From the way she looked she was harmless, nothing Finn could not handle even when he was as injured as he was, and if he could not handle him the tribal mad man could. “Fine she can come too.” He sighed out before leading the charge home. However he stopped for one second and looked at a large pale green fish man who had his jaw down by his chest. “Clear the scene, get anyone who is injured care, and organise something to be done about the shop. I want it rebuilt by next week.” He whispered in to his ear, they were the most important words that fish man could have heard because they were orders and if they were not followed, he would have to pay the price. What that price was no one outside the mafia knew.
Once he was done he carried on hobbling forwards with Morris for support, each step sending a shot of pain throughout his body. The crowd would slowly part ways so the pair could follow Don Finn Bubbles out of the rubble and back to his home where they could rest and fix themselves up, as well as finally have a proper chat and question the winner of their little bout.