Warm Welcome In A Cold Country [Dusk Pirates 1] (Part 2)

[Blaka]

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Continuation from Part 1, but I'm summing it all up here again for convenience.

Finally, Kulira was free again. And her wounds were healed as well. Now she was standing there in the middle of the office, in front of the two others.

What an unfortunate day this had been until now! Originally she had just planned on coming here for another kill. But Mik Rouz and his men had taken her target away from her, had beaten the sorry shopkeeper to death just for simple information. Right then, Lila had made her first mistake: Provoking the "Laughing Hammer". Almost smashed to mush, he had her! If not for the timely arrival of the sheriff and his deputy, that would have been the end of the soulless cyborg! These cops were apparently on their way to round up all the outsiders on the island before the incoming snowstorm would hit. Her second mistake almost resulted in death again: Trying to make up for losing her target by murdering Deputy Lumo instead. A bad decision, since the lawman posessed an ability he called 'Secateurs'. This two-legged kick was capable of creating a shockwave so powerful it had left a giant dent in the cement wall behind Cheteria when it hit her. Thankfully, the android had barely survived this and had just been locked up
in the police station - together with two other outsiders the cops brought in: Monica S. Hamlett and Amelia LeSorange Delacreux. Both of them were Devil Fruit users, something unknown to injured blonde at the time she decided to commit her third nearly deadly mistake: Instead of taking the fairy's offer to join her pirate crew, Miss Akuvutika had decided to try and terminate anyone that could reveal her location to Mik once the two others let her out of her cage. However, due to her injuries she was easily overpowered by Monica and Miss Delacreux had threatened to turn Chete into a frog if she wouldn't play along. A situation that left little choice. And so, she had given in.

Now free, Kulira had to adjust her act accordingly. She didn't dare to look either of her two apparent new crewmates in the eye. Showing no signs of aggression was the best way to stay alive right now. At the first sign of Mik she would try to get on the impressive kid's good side. Working under him was still better than having to listen to these two for the rest of her life.
"We should hurry..." she suggested with a quiet mumble. The bandages on her head weren't needed anymore after the fairy had used her healing power on her, so she took them off. Her hair was still dirty from the blood of the wound and the artificial skin on her right arm didn't recover. But other than that she felt completely fine. "Allow me to change into my battle dress so I can prove my use to you."

With these words, the pale lady walked over to her guitarcase. It was still leaning agaisnt the inside of the wooden counter that seperated the rest of the station from the entrance area. To here relieve, everything in there was still intact. Alas, the bionic woman removed her shirt, revealing the torso beneath it, her chest and stomach area covered by bandages as always. Wrapping up her hands and forearms up to her elbows in more bandages, she properly introduced herself to her oppressors:
"My name is Kulira Cheteria Akuvutika. People call me Chete."
Both hands' index and middle finger were dipped into the box of red bodypaint. Crossing her arms, she simultaneously painted two straight lines, one on each arm, down from her shoulders to her elbows.
"I am what people call a cyborg. My right arm and left leg are made of pure steel. The skin is just to cover it up."
The quiet, sorry tone in her voice had unintentionally made way for her usual, neutral one. At this point the woman was just stating facts. To top her outfit off, she painted a red cross on the wraps on her stomach. Only the mouse gray fur boots and the black jeans stayed on.
"I usually change into this when I get to kill somebody. Or when I have to fight. Hopefully this was unnecessary but you never know." she explained as she turned around and shouldered her guitar case. A cigarette was now in her mouth and a lighter in her left hand. Lighting the smoke, she took a deep drag out of it before turning towards the door.
"I will spare you the effort."

"Zeze!" Kulira took a few steps to run up to the wooden door, then jumped up and kicked it with her steel foot. The force was strong enough to break the lock and make the door spring open. Cheteria flew past it, gracefully landing two or three meters away from it on her two feet in the snow. Immediately she noticed that changing had been a mistake. The wind was howling through the street, pulling at her hair and giving her chills almost instantly.

Taking another pull from the smoke, her ice-blue eyes looked up and down the street. No Mik at least. But someone else that made her eyes widen in surprise:

A black haired swordsman in black formal clothing. This was not the surprise, as he could have easily belonged to the police force. It was the fact that his blade was sticking inside the bloody corpse of cop on the ground.

"Watch out!" Chete warned her fellow women "Theres someone out here! And its not Mik or a cop!"

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Please lets all get out of the precinct now and to a new location everyone can be familiar with xD

[Kami-Gaz]

The cut was clean; the blade pierced into the man’s flesh avoiding the rib cage and plunged straight into the police officer’s heart. The icy cold steel was warmed by the man’s residual body heat and allowed some of the blood that was already on the blade from his initial cut, a cut that entered from the shoulder breaking his collar bone and plunged a fair few inches into his torso. To most people that would be painful and debilitating, but it was worse for this man, he was in the cold, his nerves were sensitive because of the icy weather so the pain rushed through him like lightning. The swordsman gave him mercy, to him he was an innocent that got in the way, he wasn’t going to punish them more than he had to.

As the outsider twisted his blade a loud crashing sound could be heard but it wasn’t that that made the swordsman react it was the intense light that came from the same direction, the door to the building he was heading too was now wide open. Not too far away from door way was a girl and inside were another two, presumably the one that did the opening of the door was their strongest. The stranger looked over and locked his eyes on the strangely dressed woman who was there, his blood lust and focus like daggers, he could see fear in her already she was like a cornered rat, there was no telling what she would do. There must have been something chasing her already, was she with the Fairy? Was some oen else chasing his target?

The man with his free hand opened his jacket and looked at a picture that was pinned to the inside, this girl wasn’t the fairy. However the fairy was not far behind, as he shifted his dark gaze to the other two he noticed a longhaired girl who wore a crown and a red haired fairy girl who looked a lot like the image in his jacket. So, the oddly dressed girl who witnessed his killing of the police officer was with the fairy, he would have to make this quick, to both avoid fighting other people who were contracted and the blizzard.

A long dark grin spread across the man’s angular face as he in one heave pulled the blade from his old targets heart and swished it to clear it of his rapidly cooling blood. There was enough force on his swish to make sure that the blood would fly and stain the wall and snow around Chete the girl that was in front of the precinct. Without hesitation, he started to walk towards the group, stepping over the corpse as he did. His target was in sight; his pray was just a few steps away. His sword was dragging in the snow making a long and thin groove alongside his footprints in the ankle deep snow.

As he walked the snow storm that was looming over the island for the ast day finally hit, it swenpt over with a massive gale, kicking up the snow and making it sworl making visibility almost zero for normal people, but the fairy hunter could still make out his targets due to the light coming out of the building. To the targets their eventual killer must have vanished as the storm appeared behind him and swallowed him up before hitting the precinct, the sound of the wind covered his footsteps and the sound of his sword cutting the snow vanished.

(3:) Then out of the darkness and snow he leapt out bringing his sword down hard “GRAHH!” He grunted as he slashed for Chete’s right arm, he was aiming to chop it off in one swing. That kind of power generated an air slash that would certainly smash into the wall of the precinct and cause a decent amount of damage to it, The man took a deep breath of the icy air as he looked around and brought his sword back for another strke.

The storm only seemed to get heavier and heavier as the hunter was there, he would have to go inside and quik his blood soaked jacket was not enough to keep him warm and even then a winter jacket wouldn’t help too much. He needed to get inside and quick if he was to prevent himself getting frostbite and damage. The one good thing in all of this is that the Fairy cannot go too far away either, she was either still in the precinct or one of the nearby buildings. ‘The thing about storms is they tend to disappear as quick as they come, and his one came in a hurry… I should be able to rough this one out…’ The man thought to himself as he tried to figure out his new plan.

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3: Bestiale Sotanto: A swing from his lower left hand side he puts enough power into it and aims it in a general direction but it will only travel that way for a few feet before veering off and heading to the clouds to dissipate. Vivo will normally spin with the attack and will lose his balance and will often feel dizzy if enough power is applied to the attack.

[stroud]

He had been wandering through the minor storm for quite some time in search of Chete. Building after building had been destroyed in his blind rage and lack of intellectual ability to realize opening doors was easier. Footprints had become obscured by the falling snow and his two lackeys were nowhere to be found and thus sent out to fin the girl for him. The Pirate God was not having a good day and all of the pressing matters that came with such station were slowly starting to irritate him. He needed a real crew, those loyal to he and he alone! These sellswords and thugs were good for ground control but what of the real adventure and the real plunder he wanted to garner from the villages?! He couldn't take control of this island by his own raw might alone! He needed managers to do the hard numbers and calculations! Math was hard!

Luck seemed to be on his side for the briefest of moments, though. Sounds of shouting and a dull thud could be heard from the distance as the storm began to rage harder. The blizzard was now in it's final gear. Luckily, there was another sound that Mik took to sprinting to. The damage that had been done to the wall of his target's prison was all the direction that a certain idiotic boy needed. The resounding crash of steel being obstructed piteously by wood and concrete slab did nothing but remind Mik of the steel appendages his prey possessed. Was she too enthralled in the attempt to escape that rushing through buildings was the most adequate measure of travel?

" I HAVE FOUND YOU, CASTRATE YOURSELF THUS!" He screamed as with a (surprisingly high) jump, he brought his hammer around and slammed it into the wall of the precinct before him. He had cleared the space between himself and the building not through speed but by raw and idiotic strength. The building could not even hope to stand before the hammer wielded by one such as he and the wall caved in as Mik was assaulted by the vision of new contemporaries. An attractive woman, a fairy of some sort and some well-dressed swordsman. Chete had found comrades?

" Yet more whom would stand in the way of Justice? Have ye not the mind and presence to know when, though divine I am, my mercy is at limit? Listen thus and take heed, mortal coils- surrender to mine will and I shall halt my hammer's crushing will! I am that wh- IS THAT A FAIRY?! I THOUGHT THEY ONLY EXISTED IN THE STORY BOOKS! How is this possible, where are you from, why are you here? Are you cold being so little, do you need my jacket? Can I have a wish?" From rage to wonder in seconds, all threats and imminent attack being rendered null in the wake of something even remotely new and whimsical.

[Fluffy Lynx]

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Clinging onto Monica's hair, while still sitting on the womans shoulder, the tiny fairy heard what was being called out now that they were leaving the immediate prison. "Pleasure that you can be of use, Chete-san. Its nice to see that you're not all trouble." The tiny fairy called out, laughing heartily before she turned to Monica. "This kind of stormy weather is not too nice to me. I'm small, you see, so I hope you're okay with me hanging on so I don't get blown away." It was said in a manner to make sure that Monica wasn't going to find Amelia intrusive or annoying beyond what she was absolutely forced to do. The cool winds weren't bothering her much on their own. It was the fact that she had so little weight to stand up to the elements with that worried her. Although, soon something else started worrying her too. Out of the blizzard, a swordsman came, attacking Cheteria out of nowhere, leaving Amy rather flabbergasted and confused. How many crazy people  that would do random things seemed to happen on this island?! Just as she was about to raise her voice and get angry with the first interloper, another nearby collapse revealed yet another crazy person entering the frey. As far as she had understood from descriptions and general reactions of the current gathering, this person was likely to be the one that had hurt Cheteria. His offensive stature was giving it all away far too easily too. Once again Amy raised a hand, about to lecture this little brat on how to behave. Thats when he started going absolutely mental on the fact that she was a fairy. Blinking with her rainbow colored eyes for a few short moments, Amy was slightly overwhelmed at all the different happenings. Yet, within her mind, the cogs were working quickly. It was all about creating the perfect plan for her own well being, and one such exact thing had just occured.

"Yes! I'm a real fairy. One of the only ones, too!   and... I've already fulfilled your wish! Didn't you know, that your heart was wishing for a Pirate crew? All of these lovely people are here to join you in sailing the seas, becoming famous and claiming riches, doing what we want, no rules!" It was a shot in the dark, and a hopeful one at that, but if she could make this brat believe that his wish had been fulfilled, and that these people were all going to be his allies in sailing and plundering the sea, then perhaps everything could work out for the better. Though, it was wishful thinking. With this strange person randomly attacking them all, she wasn't too sure about anything at the moment. The best she could do was attempt and manipulate things as she desired. "...but this fella over there is being rude to your future crew! Perhaps teaching him a lesson before I turn him into a frog would be the best course of action, my captain?.. I'm sure we could convince him to change his ways! Make him bow to you, maybe?" Clearing her throat, she was doing everything she could to make it believeable. In the current weather, it wasn't like she had much choice. It was the absolute worst place for the Fairy Zoan to fight, and she couldn't even escape through flight. Shivering slightly on Monica's shoulder, she was just trying to keep a relatively low profile for now. Eventually she would have an opportunity, but for now, she was biding her time, patiently...

[Peacock]

Monica had stood their with a bored expression, for some reason she had kept the key she had used to free chete and the key to open her cell in her hair, most likely forgetting to drop them. She made sure they were tucked in deep and didn't bother the fairy on her shoulder. Monica slowly widened her eyes at the reveal of Chete's name. With a smile, Monica shrugged one hand up and turned her head left with her eyes closed.

"Fine, shit-ey it is" She said blatantly, Mocking the woman's name, most likely her version of payback for trying to kill her...odd reasoning but it made sense to Monica and in the end, thats all that mattered to her. Monica looked back to Chete with a more serious expression when she said she was  cyborg, the word wasn't new to her but it's the first time she saw one up close, she wasn't too familiar with the current Era, only knowing the basics of history, anything that was shown in a newspaper.

Her eyes widened when Chete seemed to freak out after she broke the lock on the door. She got a brief look at the man approaching the precinct until the snow engulfed him. She squinted her eyes, gathering a bit more hair around the fairy on her shoulder before the man appeared again! Chete was in danger! she created a giant hand with her Hair before attempting to grab Chete and pull her out of range of the slash of the sword.

"Be more careful shit-ey!" she said to her. If she managed to grab Chete before her arm had been hit she'd place Chete behind her, if Chete still managed to get cut that would not stop Monica from attempting to pull her away from the man trying to kill her.

"There is a literal serial killer here!? damn it...that sword might damage my perfect hai-"
Monica was interrupted by the ambition of the wall beside her being taken down, she flinched and her jaw dropped at the mass of rubble falling down from the now broken wall

"Ugh!...what the.." soon after the dust cleared she saw a boy who seemed to be almost obnoxious as her! maybe even more...he began to go on speaking in a manner she did not understand, but it didn't really stop her from understanding him in general.

Before she could even give a critique on his performance he had already been distracted by the fairy upon her shoulder, Monica had totally forgotten about hiding her when this happened, gaining all sorts of jealousy piled on top of more jealousy!, why was her hair not getting that attention? her hair went all around wiggling and changing from brown to red, surely much more flashy than any normal hair, or a fairy!

"Amelia! you're stealing my hairs spot light!" she said looking down to her shoulder when suddenly she remembered the man at the door, 'we couldn't just let that guy go all out on Chete! we just freed her!' Monica thought to herself.

"Errrr....not that chete is more important than my hair, but Amelia is right Kid! that guy is going to interfere with your...-mutter mutter-..yeah! if we are going to have you as our captain we have to be alive!...well more importantly my hair has to survive!" Besides her hair, she wanted to keep Amelia safest the most, as she was the main person she liked out of everyone right now.

[Blaka]

The blizzard hit and it hit hard. For a few seconds Kulira was unable to see anything but a white mass in front of her face. For a lot longer, the cold hit her. When before the air had given her chills, the constant barrage of snow now was near unbearable. Instantly, her body began to shiver uncontrollably, her teeth chattered and her lungs hurt as if someone grabbed and squeezed them. She needed to find her way back to shelter, right now!

The stranger in the suit was near invisible in the storm, but she could make out his shade quickly coming closer. If Lila couldn't see him, that meant the others wouldn't be able to see much either. Not even the fairy. This was her chance to escape!

Turning around on the spot before the swordsman could even raise his weapon the android tried to run off to the side - only to be caught by a hand of brown hair and dragged back inside through the door. So much for running away. With a resignated sigh Cheteria let it happen. Her right metal arm hit the doorway accidentally, producing a loud clank of steel hitting stone. Since it was just her prosthetic, the hit didn't hurt her, just the noise it made was brutal.

Warmth returned to her freezing body as soon as she was back in the interior. Upon landing back on her feet inside the building she noticed that the wind had not only blown out her cigarette but broken it in half as well. Annoyed, she spat it out again. The moment it hit the floor, a loud crashing sound was heard. Confused for a moment, it took a second for her to realise that the sound hadn't come from that, but from some sort of attack hitting the precinct front. Good thing she wasn't outside anymore.

Before the musician could thank her savior, another person's scream made her freeze with a look of horror on her face:
"I HAVE FOUND YOU, CASTRATE YOURSELF THUS!"
Mik Rouz had actually returned. Neither Sheriff Singano nor Deputy Lumo had been able to stop him. And both had probably paid with their lives for trying. Chete would not try again, that was for sure. Another thundering sound accompanied by a tremor going through the entire building sounded through the room. Moments later, the wall in the back, behind the cage, collapsed. There he was, the brat of nightmares. Complete with his up-slanted stare, naked feet, giant hammer and ridiculously big hat, demanding them all to surrender.

Quickly now!
Submitting herself to the authority of the obviously more powerful people around her had helped Kulira evade punishment once before. So, without even paying attention to how the others were reacting Miss Akuvutika rushed through the open cell door and toppled wall outside. Then proceeded to fall on her knees and threw herself into the snow at Mik's feet. Her hands she placed respectfully left and right next to her head on the ground. The guitarcase on her back slipped down and landed to her right in the white mush.
"Please forgive me for earlier!" shouted the blonde over the howling of the storm "I'll do whatever you want if you let me live!
Just now she noticed the reaction of the others to all of this - utter lack of the sort of respect Lila herself provided.
"I can even kill these people for you, punish them for their insolence! Esspecially the hairy one!"

Then the cyborg lady sat there, waiting. Not even for a split second would she dare looking up. Obviously, the amazement about the fairy in Mik's voice had completely escaped her.

[Kami-Gaz]

She avoided it and he missed, pulled back into the building by some strange brown hand… It did not look human to the attacker. ‘Damn the fairy brat must have another fruit user in there.’ He thought, his hand grasping around the handle of his blade as he did. This was going to get messy and quick, the cut he made earlier was nowhere near his full strength, and even that was enough to make a small hole where the cut was made. The man took a few steps back as the howling winds blew, his ears starting to redden just like the tip of his nose, he was getting cold and fast. The man clicked his tongue as he noticed more dust on the inside, did his strike go further than he thought or was it another fairy hunter? Either way them hiding in that building was not good, it would most likely be tight and there would not be enough room for him to swing his sword in there. At least outside he could swing and not be obstructed.

The man let out a short sigh that came out as cloudy as a deep fog as his original plan to grab the fairy when she was in her cage was totally ruined, this was going to be allot harder than he anticipated. ‘It might be best to bury them and confirm the kill when the storm has ended’ He thought as he used all of his power to leap the centre of the wall and then back a few paces to make sure his attack would hit the entire building. As he did he placed his sword into its sheathe and moved it down by his left, the snow storm enveloped him again making him nearly invisible to the people in the precinct.

The strangers feet touched down into the deep snow that came up to his shins, this would help him with the after effect of his attack, or should. Placing his right hand onto the handle and keeping his left on the swords sheathe the man got into a position of readiness, tilting his right side forwards and his left back whilst trying to plant his feet deeper into the snow. He was almost ready he just had to picture what he wanted to be done, forget the cold, forget the snow and the wind, just picture the devastation.

Time would slow down for the suited outsider as he roared out, using the roar to overcome his physical limiter, to do something not many other men could do. ‘Bestiale Sotanto!’ He rang in his mind as he roared. “GRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAARRRRRHHHHHHHH” Would ring out from his throat, overcoming the sound of the howling winds and the bitter coldness. As his roar continued, the swordsman drew his blade in a diagonal arc, with enough power and ferocity to make even his hardy old superiors tremble. There was power enough in this one single swing to force the air forwards in one large cut, as it travelled it would carry the snowflakes with it as if it was cutting through the very storm itself.

The air slash would pound into the building, at its lowest point it would be at about the attacker’s waist level at the highest point the upper right corner of the building. It travelled still forcing its way through the stone and the wood. It kept going through the building until it got to about half way and then the blast of sharp air suddenly changed direction and veered off upwards cutting the ceiling and roof before traveling into the sky and dissipating and releasing the snow it had accumulated in one big clump.

The man in reaction to flinging out such a power had spun and flew backwards some few feet, his fall broken by the pile of snow that had covered his earlier victim, The head of this swordsman was ringing and spinning violently, he had easily under anticipated the reaction to the sheer force he had used. ‘I should stop doing it that way…’ he managed to think as he lay there watching the stormy sky through his darkened eyes.

Over in the distance, the building that had been so violently cut was crumbling and collapsing in on itself, the main support beams and columns were cut so this was bound to happen. Any people on the inside were likely to be crushed Buried, or would be smart enough to run out… that is if the air slash didn’t get them and they could still move. Either way the precinct was rubble now, Sedna would either have to rebuild or just leave it as a reminder that all outsiders are dangerous. Regardless of that the police at this current time are going to be very angry that their base has been destroyed, well what is left of them at least.

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3: Bestiale Sotanto: A swing from his lower left hand side he puts enough power into it and aims it in a general direction but it will only travel that way for a few feet before veering off and heading to the clouds to dissipate. Vivo will normally spin with the attack and will lose his balance and will often feel dizzy if enough power is applied to the attack.

[Peacock]

"..."

Monica stood there for a few moments looking to Chete squealing on the ground to the boy that had just tore down a wall. As if Amelia getting more attention than Monica wasn't bad enough, now she had to witness Chete make a fool of herself.

 
"Hey idiot! do you honestly think I'd let YOU kill ME? the nerve!" Monica stood there kicking a leg up and letting her hair friz about in a mixture of embarrassment, anger and jealousy all too quick for her body to handle even. The cold from the exposed wall was starting to get to Monica again, the cold didn't mix well with the tight jeans she wore and the loose top she wore. her arms quickly gathered goose bumps and she could feel the cold only affecting specific parts of her body, but she needed to keep Amelia safe on her shoulder and her blanket of hair.


"ughhh I really am starting to get sick of this island..."


She repeatedly exhaled and inhaled quickly, her breath turning into mist from the intense weather. "We need to find something to board up th-" At that Moment, Monica noticed a slash brush right over her crown cutting through the entire building. "w-what?" she looked to her left...then her right. It took a while but the entire building soon decided to crumble...while she was still in the building! Thinking quickly she had to get out of this damn building before she got turned into debris along with the building.


"Kami Kami no! Giga Fist!!" keeping locks on each side of her head she kept Amelia safely covered by a large portion of hair while at the same time creating two hefty fists with her STRONG hair. Putting the two giant fists to the ground she used her devil fruit to cover more ground and escape the crashing tower. Moving in big gaps she used her Hair fists to dash out of the building like an ape using its arms to walk...only with hair instead of actual fists.


Running far enough away from the building, thinking mostly of her hair and Amelia's safety she went a good 12 feet away from the building. Landing onto the snow with her feet she let her hair turn back to normal and its original color, brown. From a decent far she watched the building crumble from whatever the hell hit it. The building wasn't that big either, if Monica hadn't been so close to an exit, who knows if she could have made it out? but Monica was never one to dwell on the past like this, so it hardly mattered.


Resuming her attention on the matter at hand her eyes widened as she wondered for Amelia's safety, although she knew she was probably alright it never hurt to check. Monica attempted to take Amelia into both palms over her hand, gathering hair all around the fairy to make sure she was comfortably safe from the cold, if Amelia allowed this Monica would release a sigh of relief and even if Amelia didn't let her do this, she would at least know she was still breathing.
"Ahhh what a relief, you're okay Amelia!" Monica would say looking down to the fair in her hands.

[Fluffy Lynx]

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Letting out a soft yawn, this whole thing really wasn't something that concerned the fairy all too much. When others were busy fighting, there was all the more chance that she could simply lean back and enjoy the show, before collecting all the shinies as soon as the conflict was over. Amy wasn't one to get herself too involved in fighting. Rather, she often found herself on the sidelines cheering at whoever seemed to be inflicting the most property damage. It was only for a few short moments that she even heard the slicing of the building, let alone noticed the whole construction begin to cave in on itself, before Monica's hair had wrapped itself protectively around the fairy. In there, Amelia was relatively shielded from the blizzard that was raging on the outside, while she was also kept nicely warm! In addition, Monica was managing to move the both of them out of the dangerzone. The hair techniques that Monica was using seemed to have much more usability and versatility than Amy had initially suspected. It was starting to become apparent to her exactly why this woman prized her hair to such extent. So Amy decided that, giving a little peptalk to Monica, would likely be a good thing. "Indeed! Shouldn't let anyone walk over you. With this hair, you should walk all over them! Uhu, uhu."

When all that was said and done, the fairy started peeking outside the hair to figure out what was going on. With the crumbling ruin and the strange swordsman being out of the immediate line of sight, while Mik and Cheteria were doing their own thing in a corner, the fairy really wasn't sure what to do with everything. It wasn't like they could all just up and leave, and the swordsman was definitely going to be returning there shortly. Let alone what would happen when the officers started showing up in number. "Monica-chan, I suggest we get out of here shortly. While the police can be fun to play with, they're not worthy of our pressence. Besides, if this guy keeps cutting up buildings, eventually he's going to hit someone. - And there's no guarantee that he won't try to cut your hair or my wings!" Nodding sagely, that was about all that she could think of doing. Perhaps Mik and Cheteria wanted to follow. Perhaps they wanted to do their own thing. Right now, the only concern for Amy was to get herself off of this stinking island in one piece.

[Blaka]

For an eternity it seemed, Kulira sat there in the freezing snow. Her face hurt like hell, more and more so the longer it was pressed against the cold hard ground. Her teeth chattered and her entire body was shivering, covered in goosebumps. There, she waited...And waited...

Different voices and noises reached her ears. The howling storm, Monica snapping at her, the strange swordman roaring. None of this mattered. All that mattered was the kid. He was the most powerful person she had met today, certainly the strongest in her close proximity. Maybe the Amelia was still above him, if she was able to do what she claimed. A claim Cheteria was willing to believe, esspecially after her fairy dust had been able to completely cure her wounds.

Even when the building behind her crumbled, Lila stayed put. Her face on the ground prevented her from breathing in any dust or getting any debris in her eyes. Monica yelled something and shot past her and Mik into the open. At least Chete hoped it was her and not the swordsman. She couldn't care less about the police station or the hairy woman's well-being but the potential of the brute showing up behind her finally made her look up.

Captain Rouz still hadn't said a word, so it was hopefully safe to assume he wouldn't murder her right away for watching out for her own safety. Still on her knees the cyborg sat up straight and looked around. The cold ground had coloured her face in a unhealthy looking reddish tone, rare for her usually so pale skin. Even androids' bodies reacted to extreme cold with temperature regulations. Relieved, Lila noticed that it had in fact been Monica, who was standing a considerable distance away to her left, likely with the fairy with her. The cause of the crumbled precinct was nowhere to be seen however, likely because of the storm still making it hard to see.

Just as she thought that, finally something lucky happened: The blizzard died down. The howling of the wind got quieter, the awhirl snow settled. It was still snowing with no end inside, but at least you could see now. Still, Vivo was nowhere to be found. Possibly whatever technique he had used had made him collapse. By all means possible given its powerful outcome.

Note to self: Don't celebrate just yet.
Of course, as bad as her luck was today, Miss Akuvutika wouldn't just have a lucky moment without something even worse than before messing up the situation. The dying storm didn't just reveal an empty town. It revealed police. A lot of police. Looking across the street, at least two guys were closing in on where she assumed Vivo had to be. Looking to her left, where Monica and Amy were standing, two men blocked off the street. Both of them were wearing the same black suits everyone had until now and holding two katanas in each of their hands. To her right, two women blocked off the other path. They too wore the same uniform. The men weren't wearing any nameplates, suggesting that they were unranked members of the police force. The women however were both wearing nameplates. One of them was the one who had brought Amelia in earlier. 'Sgt. Ulusi' and 'Sgt. Kusoka' it said on their chests.
The one in front, Ulusi, had pale skin, red waist-long hair and hazel-brown eyes. A long lance was held by her with both hands. She did look awfully like the shopkeeper Mik's men had beaten into a pulp earlier that day, safe for her hair. Kulira had already speculated that the two women were likely related, sisters or something.
The one standing slightly behind her, Kusoka, was dark skinned, had gray hues and snow-white dreadlocks which fell just down to her shoulders. She was carrying what looked like a flintlock-rifle with a scope on top of it.

"In the name of mayor Baruch and the people of Sedna, you are under arrest for the murder of Sheriff Singano and Malonda Ulusi!" shouted the red head. "Surrender immediately or we will use force!"

Slowly, not to anger the scrawny pirate boy, Chete got up on her feet and raised her fists, ready to defend herself.
"I'll take these two." she stated "Take their coats. We need them."

There it was again. This feeling of anticipation. This ringing in her ears, as if she could already hear her targets scream. There would be no defeat this time. These women would take their last breath within the next two minutes. And there last words would be 'Please don't!'

[Kami-Gaz]

Spinning, everything was spinning… this was not the best of situations for the strange sword fighter; he used a lot of power in slicing the police building. Now as he lay in the snow with the dust and blizzard settling at the same time, as it did it revealed that all of his targets had escaped and a few more guests seemed to have appeared. One such guest being a little boy whilst the rest were the islands police force, this situation was getting worse. The strange swordsman grunted as he got up and out of the snow, quickly stumbling forwards a few steps as he did, the world was still spinning and the few shapes that he could make out resembled the rubble of the precinct, the people of the police and his targets.

Vivo was completely unaware that he himself had some company approaching from behind; this company noticed their friend’s cold body that was haphazardly buried in the snow. Their eyes moved from that to the man that had been closest, with a rage in their eyes the male of the pair pointed and shouted at the swordsman. “You there! Put down your sword or be prepared to die! You are under arrest!” He yelled as his partner shifted left to flank the lone swordsman, slowly trying to make as little noise as possible in the thick snow. “I said drop it!” He shouted one more time moving to the right and into Vivo’s blurred line of sight.

Upon seeing a blurry shape that was holding a sword enter his vision his head turned to the side and his ill pale face gained colour and shaped itself into showing a dark grin. His sight slowly starting to return, however there was no way that it would be back before a fight broke out. Vivo stayed perfectly still as he focused on trying to straighten his vision. Alas, it was for naught as the man charged at him with his sword raised, he was aiming for the jugular and wanted this done quickly. The second police officer, the woman, held back hoping that she would not need to get involved.

The lone swordsman noticed the incoming movement and in reply brought his blade up to smack away the opponent’s attack, as he did he himself stumbled forwards before spinning on his right heel keeping the momentum of his original swing as he brought his blade upwards forcing his opponents sword high into the air, ready to bring it down. In this one dizzy stumble he had hit his opponents attack harder and forced his guard to be wide open, ready for his own attack.

The female police officer saw this and after biting her lip she charged in from behind, the only indication that Vivo got was his current opponent smiled. Seeing this Vivo shifted his footing and instead of striking down on the male opponent he brought his blade down behind him, hard and fast, as he kicked the male hard enough to push him back a few feet and into a snow drift. Vivo’s vision had cleared enough that he could make out all that was necessary to fight, and he had already cut the female attacker, far too sallow to cause any real damage but some of her black hair drifted down into the snow with a trickle of blood.

In response her face that was filled with hate and anger for the man that was about to kill her partner had now turned to fear, this outsider bested the both of them in a split second, it was as if he was just playing with them. She raised her sword again and launched a barrage of slashes as she ran at Vivo. Who charged at her, his balance still quite off made him look like he was stumbling forwards trying to run. With a loud grunt he brought his sword up from his lower left and smacked hers to the side as he then stopped, and twisted his wrist and brought it back down to his lower left, but this time he made sure that his blade cut deep into the female.

There was a second where nothing happened as the bright eyed female officer realised she had be cut, and severely as well, she did not know whether or not to try and run or just lay down and die. The sword was still lodged into her torso after all, it was currently deep into the centre of her chest, and it had left a long gash of the same deepness from her right hand collarbone. The only sound to escape her mouth was a horrid gargle as more blood than words escaped. Her sword was still in her hand, the woman was trying to raise it, but as she got it to her waist height Vivo pulled his sword out and in one swoop sliced his blade through her neck.

The male officer had just gotten up to watch his partners head simply slip from her neck to the floor and flew into a rage, grabbing up his sword he charged to the outsider swinging his blade wildly. “YOU KILLED HER, YOU KILLED HER GOD DAMN IT SHE WAS 3 DAYS FROM RETIREMENT!” He bellowed whilst feeling a shot of pain through his right arm, and feeling it get quite bit lighter. “Why? Why do you outsiders do this?” He asked, the cold stopping him from really feeling the pain of his arm being cut off.

Vivo, now being coated in the blood of three people watched as the man he had now disarmed fall to his knees, in shock. The strike was quick and fast, evidence that he had gotten his balance and vision back. He did not say a word in reply, he had grown bored with this fight and he wanted to get back to the fairy hunt to get out of this cold. The force of his kick sent the man flying back into the same snow drift he was kicked too earlier, this one officer was lucky that Vivo grew bored of the fight, both he and the woman were too slow and weak to make this interesting.

Vivo was unaware of the third officer that was by the precinct, using a rifle of all things, he could not hear his shouts nor did he look in his direction during the fight. Was he about to die, about to get gravely injured? The man had lined his shot up and was squeezing the trigger about to fire.

[Peacock]

It was true that the blizzard had calmed down, making things a bit more comfortable for Monica, and Amelia's plan didn't sound bad at all, but could Monica pull it off was the question. Looking around the cops seemed to think that they had the pirates cornered, standing up on two feet she'd take a good note of the two closest to her. Two men wearing black suits and with katana's in their hand, one with short blonde hair and the other with brown hair.

The blonde seemed to have an odd expression on his face for someone that was facing others to justice. Although the woman had said to give up /or/ they will use force he had seemed to be determined that the pirates would resist, it seemed he was ready for a fight as he held the katana over his shoulder. The other cop, with the brown hair had a long nose and a rectangle like head his brown hair seemed to cover his eyes and he had a cigar in between his teeth, he had a frown on his face as the smoke flew from his cigar and he held his sword simply to his side in a sheath.

Monica looked back to the fairy in her hands responding to her suggestion.
"I see what you mean Amelia...hmm I don't think I'll be able to avoid these two though one of them has that look in their eye I should take them out before the blizzard shows back up but if the blizzard shows up anyway it COULD cover our escape!"
The two cops would approached Monica when she had already put Amelia safely back on her shoulder, letting her hair cover her whereabouts, she would probably have Amelia hide deeper in her hair as it didn't seem like she was going to escape this fight.

Standing up straight looking to the men she put her hands firmly on her hips and puffed out her chest, she raised an eyebrow and tilted her head with a frown upon her face.
"What's this!?"
She said in a rude tone. The blonde would look to monica with a killer stare.
"Before we get this over with, I'm Imanji! and this is Neka! We're here to arrest you! hn...but I know how pirates can be, if I need to use force well then...it can't be helped! heheheh..."
The boy spoke with a creepy voice, his tone had a mostly sarcastic feel to it as he had a smile on his face the whole time. At the end of his sentence her hair immediately grew two arms once again, they floated over her head in a sinister like motion.
"Yeah, pirates can be pretty outrageous huh? but you are still the idiots in this situation...here in front of you stands a beautiful woman...with the perfect hourglass shape....but that is not what you should be paying attention to idiots! upon this body is an even more exotic beautiful mane of hair! capable of catching the attention of anyone it desires...though idiots seem to be the exception! After this I'll make sure you remember this wonderful hair!"

She pointed her finger in the center of the two men. Imanji would look to Neka with a cocky smile. "Heh...what do you think of this one big guy?" He'd say looking to him. Neka would unsheathe his blade pointing it towards Monica "How foolish for a woman with hair powers to face not one but two swordsmen..." He'd say in a deep dull voice, Imanji would then point his own sword at Monica
"I was thinking the same thing! Listen Nice cans...when we're done with you we are going to cut all that hair off before we kill you, then even after death no one will remember that hair! hahahahaha!" He mocked Monica beyond remorse, it would only make her angrier
"Someone...Needs to learn their place!"

[Fluffy Lynx]

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This chaos and inconsistency was beautiful. There were things happening all over the place, with different people, and additional officers pouring in. If stars could truly shine in someone's eyes, they were certainly to be shining in Amy's at the current point in time. These people had everything that she'd ever need in a crew that she could work together with. Within this group, she could find power, loyalty, submission, fear, gullibility.. Everything that she needed to forge together a group of pirates that could assist her in reaching her goals. Additionally, they were even out here attempting to protect the tiny fairy. It was in this moment that Amelia made a decision. These individuals were going to become a pirate crew, and she was certain that she covuld manipulate all of them into listening up. Slowly climbing out from underneath Monica's hair, Amelia was making sure that the blizzard was as far gone as it had initially seemed to be. Then the tiny fairy started rapidly flapping her wings, carrying herself up in the air so that she could get a better view of everything. Naturally, this would mean everyone would get a better view of her, too. Clearing her throat, Amy called out to the lot of them. It was important that they heard this, because it likely would be her only opportunity to bring them all together as one unified force. It had to a perfect speech. So she was thinking hard and carefully over her words. It was admist this chaotic arena, that a strange small glint of light reached her eyes from below. It was of a magnifying glass of some sort, just barely catching her attention. Narrowing her eyes, she noticed it just in time. It was a rifleman setting up to shoot someone down below. Quickly darting forward, Amy narrowly managed to fly in and punt the man in the eye before the trigger was completely squeezed, so that his shot lost its trajectory, even if only slightly. Instead of taking out Vivo, the bullet would fly just above Vivo's shoulder besides his ear. If Vivo turned around in shock, it would be quite obvious that Amelia had just assaulted someone mere moments from landing what could've potentially been a killing blow.

Clapping her hands together, now that the shot was fired, it was time to take him down. Or at least, attempt to. While she was flapping her wings, a strange gold-yellow dust seemed to simply drizzle off of her wings, running down along her arms, before gathering between her palms in a small orb. It took a relatively short amount of time before it was completed. "Sei Sei no; Glitter!" Launching the orb forwards like a small projectile, it hit against the rifleman and puffed into a small cloud of golden-yellow. At first, it seemed to have no effect, as he simply reached out to grab Amelia in anger. Though, due to his low fighting spirit as it were, before his arm even reached the fairy he collapsed onto the ground with a loud thud, completely and utterly defeated. From there, Amy knew that the time to band everyone together was short. Even if these weaklings were easy to defeat, they were in a high number. It'd be better for everyone if they worked together. Besides, they were strong enough to become her subjects. Flying up a little from the ground, Amelia began;

"Allies! Hear me out for but one moment!" Amy called out loudly, flying around above them, as she was clearly attracting herself some attention. Continuing to fly around, she continued her little speech. "In this world, the peak of progress is unattainable by any one person alone!" Looking around to everyone else as she was speaking, Amelia used what little information she had gained from the prison and their current actions in an attempt to reach each and every one of them on a personal level. It was mostly a feeble attempt, but if they could at least identify with a little of what she had to say, fate would do the rest. "Wheter you wish to swim in legendary golden riches, be renowned for your perfect hair and body, pillage and plunder people you please, claim the bounties of the most fearsome opponents, or gain the power to stand up to anyone, take orders from noone..!" This was reaching the finale. The only thing that she needed to convince everyone of to make this bargain successful. This was about as directly as she could formulate it, about as wide and comprehensive as she could be to pull everyone back together. "..Then you will need allies! If you all wish to gain more than you currently have, lend me a hand! Work together, take down these corrupt goons, and we may have just found ourselves allies for the long journey ahead!" If Amy was to say so herself, this speech was absolutely perfect. Surely none of the others could resist the call of the tiny fairy.

[Blaka]

While Monica was still talking to her foes and Amelia was taking out the shooter, Kulira didn't notice any of that. The killer was focused on her prey and her prey alone. Seargant Kusoka, the one with the rifle, just seemed determined to follow her orders. Her stance, both feet firmly placed next to each other, revealed the intention of letting nobody past her. The weapon she carried also implied that she would much rather stay back instead of getting unnecessarily hurt. Ulusi with the spear however, was much more furious. Her left foot in front and her back slightly bend forward made it obvious that she was about to rush in. Lila put up her fists in response and took on the same stance as the spearwoman.

"I see you chose violence!" shouted the red head cop "You will notice I won't go down as easily as my sister!"
"I assure you" responded the bandaged blonde "I won't let you die that easily."
She was just stating facts, a tone that her opponent apparently couldn't stand. Instead of having madam dreadlocks behind her simply keep Cheteria in check with the rifle, Ulusi rushed forward, gripping her lance tightly with both hands.
"You're not going to get away with this!"
Shrieking, the officer pushed her lance forward, in the direction of the outsider woman's stomach. Her colleague was aiming in this general direction as well, but Chete wouldn't have to worry about the sniper. The possibility of the bullet hitting the ally was too high for Kusoka to try anything while the enemy and Ulusi were in close combat. She would just have to observe from the sidelines. And what a show be given!

Due to the red headed Seargant's emotional distraught, it was easy for Miss Akuvutika to simply tilt her body out of harm's way. The spearhead grazed the bandages around her stomach, but nothing but a few white shreds was lost. The lawwoman on the other hand wasn't looking so good. With both her hands on the weapon there was nothing she could do to block a counter attack.
"Lipenga." muttered the cyborg as she brought down her right steel fist on the helpless lady's left arm. With the power of a hammer, the punch hit the bones in the elbow. Ulusi cried out and loosened her grip on the lance for a second. Big mistake.


Barely, as her heart was pumping way too fast for her to hear anything she had no interest in, Lila heard Amelia giving a small speech while the fights were going on. But nothing was said that mattered or hadn't been made clear already. Of course, either Amy or Mik would be her boss soon, as there was no way for the poor musician to defend herself against either of the two.

Before her adversary could realise what even happened, Chete used her left palm to get a hold of the weapon's shaft, rip it out of its owner's hands and toss it to the side. Accompanied by a shocked gasping from both policewomen, the thrusting weapon hit a house wall and fell to the ground, a good two meters out of everyone's reach. Kulira used the opportunity. A steel foot met the seargant's shin, which gave out a loud cracking sound.
"Melinda!" shouted the one riflewoman behind her while Ulusi cried out in pain and surprise. Stumbling backwards, the shocked cop almost fell on her back when she tried putting wait on the injured leg. Out of balance, she waved around with her arms to keep her balance.
"You're boring." commented the emotionless android. "I think I'll make you watch first."

As the soldier still struggled with her balance, Cheteria jumped up about half a meter. Now airborn, the soles of her fur boots were aiming at her opponent's pale face now.
"Limba!" shrieked the cyborg in the highest pitch her lungs could muster.
Her steel heel made contact with Ulusi's nose, breaking it without any resistance. The moment the left leg retracted, the right one hit again, this time the mouth, making a couple of teeth fly out. Then the left leg again. And the right again. And again. And again.

Ten times she kicked, ten times a blow enough to knock someone out hit the sorry spearwoman's visage. Each time, another bone in her skull gave in, be it a tooth or a cheeckbone. Blood, teeth and tears were left hanging in the air as the last kick hurled the battered body backwards, making it crash into the snow about three meters behind her colleague. Said colleague's look had turned from stern to terrified. The flintlock rifle was still aiming at evil's general direction, but the hands holding it were shaking too much to get a clear shot now.
"Don't look away!" Cheteria ordered the beaten Ulusi as she elegantly landed back on her feet. Next, her ice-blue hues focused on Kusoka "And don't you dare run away or it will get much worse."

[Kami-Gaz]

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(Due to the loss of Duff to the ban hammer I will NPC Monica and have been allowed to take her out of the thread)

The moment of adrenaline was fading and the swordsman was starting to notice the people around him and the chaos that was taking place around this destroyed precinct. There was a mass of people, the police from around the island had started to congregate around the outsiders and were taking advantage of the calm before the full storm. On the precincts rubble was a lone rifleman pointing his gun at the swords man and he was already pulling the trigger when suddenly this little fairy appeared pushing the rifle just enough to make the shot miss. With a look of disbelief he then watched as she simply made the man fall to his knees with a little bit of dust. Did she poison him? Did she cast a spell; no matter what she had done, she had saved his life, though it was by a hairline.

A sense of honour washed over the swordsman before he grunted to himself. ‘I suppose I owe her now, I will leave for now before she can cash in on this favour.’ He thought to himself before whipping his sword to the side to make what blood that was on it fly off and splatter all over the floor, staining the white snow a deep blood red. There were still quite a few police still around and most of them were focussing on the main group. ‘Do I help them and take the heat? Or should I just go on my own?’ Vivo asked himself, his help would stop the fairy from keeping a favour over him and in return, she would get to keep her life. On a closer inspection, one of them seemed surrounded and as if they were having trouble, but the swords man even with his amazing eyes, had trouble seeing if they were human.

From the spot Vivo was watching from he watched the fairy girl take flight and circle around the area near the hairy monstrosity that was being flanked by one swordsman as she tried to fight the other in some weird way that used her hair. It was not as effective as she wanted it to be as her hair was easily sliced and from behind she was grabbed, captured by the local police. ‘And here I thought al devil fruits were god like…’ The swordsman thought before watching the first swordsman swing his blade at the fairy trying to swat her out of the sky… This Vivo could not have, this would be the thing that he could do to get out of his life debt to her.

The deaf swordsman dropped his sword to his side as he ran forwards as fast as he could, quickly leaping forwards, using the rubble of the precinct as a stepping stone to allow him to jump into the air and bound into the fight. He aimed to take the pair of police out in one fatal swing, completely disregarding the person who did not know how to use their Devil fruit ability effectively. As he flew closer through the air the swordsman focused all of his power into the sword again, He was going to do this one more time, and hopefully this time end all the madness here.

It felt like time stopped for Vivo as the adrenaline in his system kicked in, it allowed his to focus, to aim his strike, to allow him that extra power beyond that or a regular person. There was a loud growling sound coming from his throat as he thrust his right arm forwards dragging the blade through the air with such force his slash flew, dragging the cold wind behind it and snowflakes that had fallen into its path. The second the man’s blade was behind his right shoulder, he started to spin and was forced back by his own sheer power. The air slice he had unleashed pushed him back the way he came, spinning, into the snow drift he had landed in the first time. ‘I really need to stop doing this.’ He thought again as the slice carried on towards the trio that were unsuspecting, first impacting into the officer that was swinding at the fairy, and then the officer and the hair monster that he was holding still, launching them all flying with a severe cut in their chest and abdomens.

On the floor near where the latest victims of the deaf swordsman used to be were splatters of blood, and clumps of hair, their original owners most likely dead before they hit the floor. This was the power of Vivo Segno, a man looking to make his mark on the world… And he had now just realised that he killed the subordinate of the fairy he was trying to protect. ‘Ah shit I have to be her subordinate now.’ He thought in his own dizzy world as he lay there in the snow drift, letting the cold over take his body and numb his spinning brain. He will soon recover and maybe the police having seen this will evacuate and leave the group alone.

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3: Bestiale Sotanto: A swing from his lower left hand side he puts enough power into it and aims it in a general direction but it will only travel that way for a few feet before veering off and heading to the clouds to dissipate. Vivo will normally spin with the attack and will lose his balance and will often feel dizzy if enough power is applied to the attack.