Post by Roin on Feb 16, 2016 3:55:39 GMT -5
Releasing the firmly clasped hand to be fully open, the towering Giant at last began to move forward, people below cursing and having to move fast even though the large monster-like person moved slowly. In the Blues, where Giants were practically a fairy tail at his massive size, roads weren't designed nearly as much for someone of such a width and weight. Paved stone crackled and threatened to splinter with each hefty step, even with the careful placement of his feet. The buildings equally weren't even tough enough to allow room to land on, more than likely easily destroyed in the same manner as his fall from earlier. And with the flames lighting the path and barring off some ventures, it was growing steadily more and more impossible to move.
At last, however, Big Blue cursed under his breath and looked out over the town. It was something he was looking for specifically, something that spotted most towns throughout the world. And, very quickly, one of the town's many plazas was identified. It was fairly vacant, most of the people gathered around the fires still, which meant that making his next move was crucial and equally safer for the town as a whole. So, reaching forward and to grab hold of a nearby church's roof with both hands, Albion aligned his body as best he could. Muscles that rarely saw use with the tiny islands of the Blues began to cry and sing the song of activity as his body flexed like that of the athlete and gladiator he had been for most of his life. And then, with a curse under his breath, the man did something that was remarkably simple in his perspective but breathtaking and horrifying to the people of the island.
Albion sprung himself up and into the air in a low-sailing hop toward the plaza.
Buildings raced beneath the man without too much speed, his legs bent at the knees just enough to avoid kicking the roofs off of some unfortunate high-rising buildings. Flying the course, the man tucked his right arm close to his body to avoid delivering a flying arm-bar to an unfortunate clocktower, turning the leap rather quickly into a tumble. And only an instant later, the man's leap ended with a crash that boomed through most of the town, skipping along and tearing the roof off of an unfortunate building just as he finished the low clearance-jump. To him, the leap had been nothing more than a basic "long jump" to a human, but the man had almost cleared a block's worth of buildings in the vault-like manner... and as he crashed into the brick, clear plaza the damage escalated with the shattering force of his weight. The long mane of blue hair followed along as Albion came out of the roll in a skidding attempt to sit down, bringing his right foot down ahead of him to act as a pivot point. The momentum of the leap almost carried him right up and into the buildings ahead, but thankfully Albion came to a halt in the severely damaged plaza.
"Phew... out of the damned streets at least..."
Raising his view from the ground and how close he'd come to smashing even more things, Albion began to look around the town. Even sitting down, the man was almost tall enough to see across most of the town. And as fires sprung up, the man mentally trying to piece together what was on fire, all the Giant could think of was how it looked... almost like the town was being burned with deliberate order...
"This is... most unfortunate. I thought your agents could be trusted?"
"It is rather unfortunate that Miss Ritz is proceeding ahead... but she doesn't have her scarf, so I imagine there is some difficulty. We should be thankful she's not given away the plan with how her grunts tend to act unruly and try to impress her for some foolish reason..."
Sitting in a blacked out room, the museum's owner and a shadowed figure were looking out the window of a vessel off the shore of Cinna Island. Baraca Town was blazing with enough flame that even from such a distance off the shore the two men could identify the shadowed and distant view of Albion and the largest of them. The night sky's clouds were reflecting the light almost like a man-made daylight from such a distance. In his suit, the man in the suit was still smiling with the uncomfortable confidence that he'd held even when hiring the massive man to safeguard the treasure. The other man, sitting further back, was almost completely hidden in the darkness.
"Losing Nookie would be unfortunate, but if we were able to secure that Giant and thief... it would certainly be a sign of good faith between our... organizations. The muscle you provide backing our name would certainly allow us to corner the best heists in this entire Blue."
The click of a lighter filled the void as the man in the suit turned his gaze toward the other figure. In this part of the world, his group had been able to slip around the Marine's gaze through careful work in the backstreets and bribes. Yet not but only a few weeks ago, at acquiring such a treasure at last to his museum, the stranger had appeared. In the times since their initial meeting, the two had come to very real realizations. The man in the suit had been assuming he carried one of the largest fleets in the Blue, through allies or his own personal wealth's funding... but these strange thieves had come seemingly out of nowhere a week after their initial encounter with a fleet big enough to rival the rumored "Krieg" back in the East Blue. His own assumptions of wealth had even been blown out of the waters with the treasures he'd seen in passing while aboard their vessel just this very night alone.
"I'm concerned that you might not carry out our deal. After all... I'm on your ship and at your mercy, so it's not like-"
The clicking had stopped, a single flame blooming in the darkness. Standing up with a cigarette in his mouth, the other man walked out of the darkness and into the moonlight from the large window of his vessel. Below was the deck of the massive, yet low-riding ship the man had brought along for the night's venture. The small fleet was circled up and drawn close, helping keep the massive vessel steady. It was, without a doubt, a ship designed to capture and carry a giant in coordination with the other ships to keep it afloat regardless of their struggle. The man's laugh filled the room eerily enough, the man looking back and over his shoulder with the cigarette still in his mouth, the ghost white haired-man catching just enough light to shine from the moon.
"Don't you worry, Eustace... the Wattson Crime Guild doesn't go back on our word. Your organization will become part of ours... and you'll get claim to the prized Bloom of the Stars. After all, I'm getting the better prize... a Giant to train to fight for us and a thief just good enough to pull off the best heists. I won't need the Bloom... I'll have him steal something far more valuable than anything your petty mind can wrap itself around. We just have to drive them to the outpost so my friend can free his "brother" and complete the capture of my payment... just hope that I do get paid or we won't be having this conversation for very long."
{OOC}
Finally done with the post. I'm going to be putting up some stuff on the Wattson Crime Guild soon (since they're gonna also be playing bad guys for Albion's plotline but also potentially yours and other people's own stuff!), but until then at least you got a face to the mysterious voice and the name of the mysterious group... and just exactly what our guys took a bite out of!
[/font][/ul]Finally done with the post. I'm going to be putting up some stuff on the Wattson Crime Guild soon (since they're gonna also be playing bad guys for Albion's plotline but also potentially yours and other people's own stuff!), but until then at least you got a face to the mysterious voice and the name of the mysterious group... and just exactly what our guys took a bite out of!