An Assassin, What a Suprise (Private <3)

[Cloud]

Cloud looked around Lougetown. For a place where a pirate as powerful as Gold Roger was born and executed, it wasn't really as special as he imagined it would be. Cloud envisioned a place that he had visited as Cabin Boy. Before his 'crew' dropped him off here, Cloud had been traveling around the Grand Line, and the amazing places that he had seen there were more what he had envisioned. Skies of different colors, lands made up of food, massive places made of ice? Cloud sighed, thinking about these things, before he bumped into another person. "Oh, hey, sorry." The white haired kid mumbled, slowly sliding past him, before the man shoved him back in front of him. Falling backwards, Cloud looked up, angrily, before shrinking. The man that he bumped into was a massive person, and he looked pissed. "You looking to get crushed, little man?" He said, with a deep, booming voice, cracking his knuckles and advancing. Standing up, Cloud brushed himself off. "You looking to get licked, bigger man?" He asks, and the large man chuckles. "You think you can step up to me, you albino piece of garbage?" Cloud chuckled, ruffling his hair. "Actually, I'm not albino, but my hair is very white, thank you for noticing..." Cloud looked around, then pointed to an ally. "You want to take this over there, two by four? Or will you even fit?" Cloud grinned. The man grew red, then cracked his knuckles, and then his neck. "Yeah, I'll fit." Picking up the smaller man he ripped man threw Cloud like a sack of potatoes into the ally, cracking his knuckles again, which gave a much duller noise, much like breaking celery.

[Jasper]

Jasper walked along his merry old way down lougetown, until he saw something that he didn't care about. An average old trouble maker as white as the snow trying to fight someone buff. Jasper could only smirk as he continued through the crowds looking at the minuscule fight. Jasper found fights such as these to be a display of brute power instead of showing people actually thinking for a second. Sadly fights involving strategy seemed to be in short supply, which Jasper loved. He enjoyed the fact that he could already best most average people he knew. The boy's stomach growled, and he reached into his empty pockets with disappointment. He had to make a living, there was no other way. Jasper considered selling guns, but decided the albino one would have some money on them. It was only a matter of how fast he could take the money and run. Jasper decided to interrupt the fight to see what these people had to offer, if this man raised a finger to Jasper, the man would be missing that finger in seconds.
"Hi, Albino kid, give me every last penny you have."
Jasper kept a regular old, run of the mill face for this. He was dead serious and saying this like he was telling the boy to say sorry. Jasper knew confidence wasn't something good in large amounts, but when he knew that everyone could die here and now, well he felt relaxed. Jasper would look for a response from the boy without any other thought then stealing money, and getting guns ready. Poor albino kid was already thrown like useless garbage, but Jasper was highly goal oriented on what to do on a step by step notion. The boy was thinking about how he was going to exit off the next island already, as he had already guessed what would happen on this island. Jasper hated to admit it, but he needed to form a pirate crew and fast. He was desperate! Jasper considered only for a brief moment taking in the albino kid and then thought the one beating up the albino one was a better option anyway.

[Enel]

Loguetown was a decent place to go because there were all sorts of people here. Aimée didn't know how but she was going to try to find out more about a certain island. However she remembers that information about this island to be a secret so she's not so sure how she's going to get this information. Until she could figure out how she was going to go about asking questions she decided the first step would be to gather more information on sky islands. Aimée was laughed right out of just about every place she went to. This was no good, Aimée would need to talk to someone who had been to the Grand Line before. Right now though, she finds herself walking down the crowded streets. She occasionally catches someone staring at her blue hair, or her hindquarters as she walks past. She always gets much attention wherever she goes. Aimée is quite different and that tends to grab people's attention easily. Although, today it seemed much of the attention was being directed towards a brawl taking place in the street. 

People began rushing past her, coming dangerously close to knocking the small lady over. A guy bumped into her shoulder as he past and almost knocked her down.

"Ouch, hey~ whats the hurry?!"

She grasped her shoulder in slight pain and stared up at the man who had stopped and turned to come back towards her.

"sorry miss~ uhh.."

"Monet."

"Right, Tobin by the way pleased to meet you. Sorry, but there's a huge fight going on just down the street. Some albino guy messed with one of the huge thugs from around and well, he's in for a proper pounding."

Aimée isn't a fan of violence and a look of concern went over her as she put a hand to her mouth.

"Do you think he'll be ok?.."

"No saying... Come on let's go see."

Although Aimée was disgusted by this man's clear fascination in another man's misfortune, out of curiosity she allowed him to escort her to the scene where a crowd of people was beginning to gather to watch the conflict. As she got there she heard scuffling and saw a kid with white hair literally fly through the air and then disappear from her field of vision, since he didn't simply slam into a wall it assumed he went down an alleyway. Aimée gasped and once again she put her hand over her mouth, but this time nervously. Never had she seen a man so strong that they could lift another person and literally toss them. A trickle of neon green sweat rolled down the side of her head slowly, it never even occurred to her to immediately wipe it away before someone saw. As the crowd of civilians began to show similar signs of unease, the man known as Tobin turned his glance towards Aimée. He was about to suggest the two of them left when he saw the bizarre off-colored sweat trickle and his eyes widened as he stiffened up.

Aimée noticed his reaction and sweetly grinned, closing her left eye as she winked at him and put a finger to her mouth. He looked as though he was about to scream when it opened and it was yellow instead of blue. She giggled softly at his response.

"Shhh... Easy Tobin, you'll crap yourself if your not careful~."

She then unfastened the heavily and colorfully stained baby blue sweatshirt she had tied around her waist and tossed it into the air, the garment landed right on Tobin's head as she then crouched slightly. Grasping her over sized paint brush and giggling excitedly like a school girl, she leaped high into the air and flipped forward before landing on her feet just outside the alleyway where she saw the white haired man fly. She glanced down the alley and swore she saw a kid with wings, but shook it off as the large thug's body got in the way of her view. If she had that would just be sheer dumb luck, because there's nobody who can give information about sky islands better than an actual sky person. Now it was time for her to swallow her fear. This man was clearly in trouble and Aimée knew from previous experiences over the last year that her ability can change the tide of an outcome in fights. It was time for her to be brave. Her whole body was shaking, she could feel the chills going up her spine, and a part of her was telling her to run. However Aimée was not about to trust marines to arrive in time to save this kid's life.

She twirled her brush several times above her head before bringing it down to her side, the huge white bristles nearly touching the street. She called out to the big man who presumably at this point is approaching Cloud after just throwing him into the alley.

"Enjoy picking on others do you big guy? How would you feel if someone picked on you?"

Standing at 5 feet and weighing just 100 pounds (possibly less without her brush and bag), Aimée did not look the least bit intimidating, but then again she had a little secret... A very colorful little secret.


 

 

 

 

[Cloud]

Apparently, nobody in this entire damn town took the time to realize that he wasn't an albino at all. As the shrieks of "Get the albino!" and "Smear that pale face!" surrounded the teen, Cloud took a moment to appreciate the fact that almost the entire town was already swarming around him. The attention was nice, sure, though it was a bit annoying that everyone was rooting for his downfall. As the big man wound up for a punch, there was a call from behind him, causing him to turn around, and drop his attention away from Cloud for a split second, which was all the boy really needed. Throwing a smoke bomb big enough to envelop the both of them, Cloud camouflaged into the grey smoke, grinning.

This is where it started.

Snapping, Cloud heard a loud 'Huh?' from the his target, and as the man rushed at him through the dull mist, he quickly slid to the side, watching him slide past all the while. As soon as he turned around, Cloud grabbed the man with his tongue by the neck, yanking him backwards, and causing him to fall onto his back. Before Cloud returned his tongue to his mouth, he noticed that the cloud of smoke was starting to thin out, thus he removed his camouflage, and pulled out his bag of throwing knives, jumping on top of his opponent, and stabbing one into the ground right next to his head.

The mans eyes were bulging out of his head, and, as he gasped, he mumbled something about cheating, and something even more audible about Cloud being a freak of nature, before wiping his neck, getting up, and shoving through the crowd. Watching the poor man go, the young man's eyes trained on an unrealistically pretty person, with dazzling blue hair, and a massive paint brush. Puffing out his chest, Cloud grinned. "What, were you going to come and protect me? Sorry, sweetheart, but I've got myself covered." Cloud grinned even wider, before another man punched the young man in the back of the head, starting the fight anew. Stumbling forward and falling at the short young woman's feet, he looked up at her. "M-Maybe you can help now, miss?" He said groggily, laying his head gently on the ground.

[Jasper]

God this town is filled with freak shows already, Jasper thought to himself. He watched as the albino kid was actually able to stand up against the large man with some odd powers of smoke for diversion then attacking the man who took the bait. Everything began to become sorted out as it happened, and he watched as the odd little lady was dumb enough to attack the large man. Jasper could only smile as he knew they screwed up in battle. It was amazing to Jasper such fools can live in a world he was in.
"Hey thing one and thing two! Why don't you just put thought into your actions, instead of fighting like infants?"
Jasper smiled, feeling foolish to help these people. He only had so many bullets, but hey they seemed like they needed help.
"Hey albino boy, why don't you let me handle this? It will only take a second for such a large target."
He quickly drew a silenced pistol and took a shot right towards the heart of the man between the 6th and 7th rib. His speed and accuracy seemed almost unmatched, but then a man jumped out from the crowd.
"Albino boy! Your mother is trashy!"
A bullet went right through the man's skull, and he laid on the ground dead. Jasper pushed his palm on his face, and leaned over in frustration. He had just made himself look like an idiot!
"You just killed my uncle! I am going to rip you to pieces!"
Jasper saw a man running through the crowd towards him joined by another group of three supporting men. They all drew swords, and Jasper looked over at albino boy then at the really odd chick.
"Hey guys, just want to tell you. I think we may die."
Jasper made a smirk at this, and got out his other pistol for his left hand. He held both out, ready to continue the fight with the new ones.
"Albino, Artsy, what are your names by the way? Mine is Jasper."

[Enel]

Aimée watched as a cloud of smoke enveloped the large man as well as the majority of the alleyway. she blinked once changing her yellow eye back to blue so both eyes would match and tried to make sense of what was happening. She heard the sound of someone being thrown to the ground and feared for the kid's life. When the smoke cleared it was obvious the kid had used the smoke to his advantage, something Aimée had only heard about in stories just happened in front of her face. This must be what it's like to be on an adventure, having all sorts of awesome things happen. Suddenly the man gets up and makes a break for it and Aimée felt a sense of relief, Nobody seemed badly hurt, and it was finally over. The young white haired man came up to her and grinned, it looked as though he was trying to impress her.

"What, were you going to come and protect me? Sorry, sweetheart, but I've got myself covered."

Aimée giggled slightly and grinned back, giving him a thumbs up.

"I see that."

Figuring that was that she was about to turn and walk away, glad everything was over and settled somewhat peacefully when seemingly out of nowhere came a second man who spared no second decking the poor white haired fellow from behind and he fell forward just shy of her feet. Aimée's grin immediately turned to a look of anger. This town was trying it's hardest it seemed to bring out the worst in the peaceful young artist.

"M-Maybe you can help now, miss?"

 

She looked down at him and frowned slightly expressing her pity before lifting her brush and redirecting her attention to his attacker when she heard the sound of a gun going off and a jolt of fear went through her heart as she slightly jumped and her already huge eyes got even bigger. Then she saw a man  fall forward dead. There was so much going on Aimée couldn't even keep track of everything that happened. when the gun went off and the man fell dead she let out a high pitched scream. Aimée had seen some horrible things since leaving home, but never had she seen a man be killed before. Yellow Tears built up in her eyes as she took a few steps backward. She really wanted to run now, but she just couldn't leave the poor white haired kid lying in the street. Especially not when he came to her for help. She saw that the shooter was even younger than the white haired kid and wondered what sort of place this was where children were beaten in the streets and ran around shooting people. She also noticed something else about the shooter, he was a sky person. "Great, I finally see a sky person and he's a psychopath, still very cool though" she thought. 

The response to the killing was worse than Aimée thought, nearly everyone in the crowd retaliated and was going to collectively swarm the boys. Aimée couldn't believe this, it was such a shame, this could have been settled so much better. She was not going to allow anyone else to die especially not these two kids. Besides, she needed the boy from the sky to tell her more about sky islands. Perhaps she could come to a little agreement with him. She wasn't going to lift a finger to defend him unless he caught on and offered something to her and that's where she'd get him. She'd help him in exchange for every bit of info he had on sky islands. The sky person made a point to state that that they may die, but Aimée just squinted and shook her head at the little killer.

"Oh their not going to kill me, or this kid... They want you." she coldly replied.

Very slowly Aimée's entire right forearm began to seemingly bleed what appeared to be multicolored liquid, the liquid appeared in small beads all around her forearm that expanded and joined together eventually coating her arm as it began to run down her arm and cover it in colors of all sorts. The liquid ran down her brush and coated it in the stuff, it began dripping down her hand and brush onto the ground.

"But I'll tell you what kid... I'll help you out. If you can tell me everything you know about sky islands."

Then she timidly added. "...And promise not to shoot me."

As she awaited his response she knelt down to the white haired kid to make sure he was still alive. During this distraction the crowd would likely not notice him. She wasn't exactly strong enough to move him by herself, but she had plan if for protecting him if he was out cold.

"Uh.. Hey dude, you ok?" 

As she was addressing the white haired kid the Skypian spoke again 

"Albino, Artsy, what are your names by the way? Mine is Jasper."

She raised an eyebrow at "Artsy" it was a clever nickname, one that made her giggle. She smiled and used her hand not covered in paint to move a strand of hair from her face.

"Uh.. It's Aimée.. Aimée Monet. Have you not heard of me? I'm a pretty famous artist in the North Blue." 

[Cloud]

Cloud, sensing the presence of a beautiful woman, rolled onto his back, looking up into the sky for a moment, then redirecting his attention to the woman he sensed. "Am I ok...?" He mumbled, standing up, though a bit wobbily, before excitedly doing a double fist pump.

"I'm doing great!" He grinned, giving a small thumbs up, before looking up in the sky, at the scruffy looking nerf herder in the sky.

"I'm Cloud! By the way!" He called to the seemingly ruthless killer, "Though, I guess it doesn't really matter, it looks like you're going down pretty soon!" Now, this wasn't Cloud underestimating the young skypian, or, Jasper, as he called himself, it literally looked as if he was going to fall from the sky. Multitudes of angry town members were starting to throw rocks, as well as some of the better armed people were taking pot shots at him with what seemed to be rubber bullets. Although Jasper wouldn't really die, a few rubber bullets could cause a full grown man to collapse in pain. Looking over at the woman again, he began to recognize some things that he had taken for granted before. Such as, the fact that her eyes had just changed color, or the fact that her paint brush and arm were dripping with paint, with no paint buckets in sight. Sliding over to her, he decided to ask her a question.

"Hey, uh... Amiee. Have you by chance ever eaten a devil fruit...?" He asked, a bit timidly, as he was afraid she just had some kind of magic paint brush.

Although the question might seem a bit intrusive, it wasn't at all to Cloud. As someone who's had to live with a pirate crew full of top notch pirates, people having devil fruit was more of a celebratory fact, than it was a hindrance that would have you discriminated. Though, Cloud would never really admit that he had consumed a devil fruit. Fearing to freak out anyone who took a look at his massive tongue, or eyes, or even his dry skin, he usually kept it under wraps and to himself, but meeting another user who seemed so confident... It was like a breath of fresh air into his lungs.

About to ask her what fruit she had eaten, and probably her home address, Cloud nearly facepalmed. 'Oh, there's a fight going on. I forgot.' Turning around from the artist, Cloud looked, and saw that there were a couple of people running towards the two of them.

"Hey, you little crap monkeys!" He heard one man scream, "Are you with that killer?"

"Oh, no!" Cloud called, waving his arms.

"He said yes!!" The man screamed, outraged, and suddenly half of the group were seemingly on top of the two devil fruit users. Glancing to the side, as well as back at Aimee, Cloud grinned. Either they were going to be a really good team, or they were about to get their asses handed to them piece by piece by a wooden spoon. "Aimee, you're going to have to make the first move. I still need a second to recuperate." He said, and jumped back a few times, until he was next to the artist. "Otherwise, good luck, and let's do this." He said, and grinned, before mentally shooting lasers at Jasper.

[Jasper]

There were two people in the crowd with rifles Jasper quickly noted, and three people ready to stab him in the chest. He saw the barrels pointed towards the foreheads of both Aimee and Cloud and cursed as they chit chatted. He heard the girl continue on to say her name, and realized for once he felt happier then usual. Maybe these people can offer help, he thought.
"I'm sorry Aimee, never really heard about you."
He met the eyes of the attackers as the people with rifles had their rifles dead set, and he guess this wasn't going to be any kind of rubber bullets. He then heard the albino one talk as the ones in the crowd began to steady their aim.
"Please, Cloud, there is no way I am going to go down. This situation is under control."
Jasper saw as the men ran forwards to stab him in his chest as the riflemen got ready. The crowds swarmed over, and Jasper began to become fearful.
"WATCH OUT YOU TWO!"
He jumped up, and outstretched both arms from either direction. Jasper then shot towards the location he had determined the bullets would be from a year of practice before hand. Both bullets from his gun traveled outwards, and the swordsmen were able to stab him in the chest. He had determined to save these two was worth it, and he didn't know why he did something this impulsive. They were strangers! All they would have heard was the clashing of metal as the bullets collided into each other, and the two shots fired were now heading diagonally away from their intended target. Jasper's bullets would fall into the ground while carrying their momentum slightly. He cried out as the sword jabbed into him, then pondered killing the one who did him harm. The only problem was that this wasn't agreeable to Aimee. Jasper felt foolish for ever trusting someone he just met, but she seemed so young and innocent. He had to change up his plans a bit. Jasper karate chops the man's hand to get rid of the grip, then pulled out the thin sword that made no damage to his vitals. Jasper would then have to do something he wished he wouldn't have to do.
"Time is up."
He muttered, as he got his two pistols out and shot twenty shots in rapid succession. Each shot was able to pierce their kneecaps and cause the ones around him to fall to the ground. He had shot through thirteen knee caps before he reloaded as fast as he could. People laid around him feeling their knees, and Jasper got his pistols back in their holsters. He then pulled out his bow from his back back, and got ready for the ones coming in.
"You will make great money in the slave trade."
One would say.
"I can't wait to catch this sack of money."
Jasper began to tense and become very angry hearing these statements. He was ready to do whatever it took to protect himself from further harm and maybe help the others.

[Enel]

This was only getting worse and worse. For whatever reason the marines were not coming to sort out the issue and now they have targeted Aimée. She was about to make her attackers wish they were never born. Her entire outlook on this whole situation began to change gradually as she watched the conflict carry out more and more. Paint continued to flow from the pores in the skin on her arms keeping her brush nicely coated and soaked. It was also beginning to paint the street as the puddle of paint continued to grow. 

"So, you want a piece of Aimée no? " 

She held her brush with both hands now causing the palm of her hand to become wet with paint. Assuming an defensive position, she waited for her furious opponents to strike first. As soon as the first of the attackers was in range of her brush she swung her brush forward from the right, the rough bristles smacking up against the side of the guys head leaving behind large welts forming down the side of the guy's face hidden by a nice coat of red paint. The guy almost immediately involuntarily dropped his sword and flew into a group of hostles in the croud, knocking them over.

"Red~!"

The second attacker came at her shortly after just barely granting her enough time to reposition herself. Shifting her feet to the side she made a 90 degree turn and used the reach of her steel brush to her advantage by jabbing the man in the stomach with the the end of it knocking the wind out of him, the paint from her arm turning blue and beginning to soak her brush. She then spun around quickly, twirling and repositioning her brush as she did so getting paint everywhere, a small blotch of blue paint splattered on her left cheek as little blue drops of paint spattered over her head like rain. The colorful display ended the bristles of her brush making contact with the side of the man's face the impact sending him into the crowd as well and causing him to drop his weapon. 

"Blue~!.. Hehe hey~!... That makes Purple!"

As many people in the crowd became spattered with paint and the ones that were knocked down began to stand back up Aimée was already getting ready to deliver another dose of her rather colorful punishment, when she heard several gun shots go off which at this point there was so much adrenaline going through her body that Aimée didn't even flinch at the idea. It was like a new side of her revealed itself and there just wasn't any scaring this person besides, at this point this was no longer a street fight this was more of a battle. Aimée realizes this is the first time she's ever found herself in a battle. The worst conflict she was in before this was when she was with her sister Andrea and in a bar a few years back and they got in a fight with a bunch of drunks. Only these people weren't drunk and neither was Aimée although she likely will be later after this. All these guns were starting to remind her of her sister. 

She held up her brush as random colors of paint still continued to endlessly bleed from her pores and still dripped from her hands  and brush onto the street. She caught a glimpse of a couple people who somehow managed to get rifles and were aiming at her  and she began to panic sightly. never had anyone ever aimed a gun at her with the intentions to shoot her before and she didn't want to die. Running away was sounding better and better the more this whole situation progressed. She was about to run too, but then out of the corner of her eye she saw something that enraged her. The skypian boy just got skewered after seemingly shooting at her, she wasn't sure how to piece this together. Was this kid insane? Aimée is not gun shy so much as she just obviously doesn't like the idea of being shot, she was use to guns her older sister loves them and collects them, but when he fired at her just before he was stabbed Aimée had mixed feelings about him. Especially when a brief noise of steel on steel caused her to turn her head slightly only to learn his shots saved her very life.

Turning her head back towards the gruesome sight just in time to watch the boy literally pull the sword out of his body revealing a gapping bloody hole made her cringe. This kid was tough too, she watched as he went right back to firing those guns strategically so that the shots disabled the members of the crowd mob without killing them. Aimée sees this kid through new eyes now. In fact, he kind of reminded her of her sister. She was feeling pretty bad inside now for not helping and considering leaving. "I wonder if all Sky people are that tough..." she allowed her imagination to run wild briefly as her thoughts trailed off.

About  the time she came back from her fantasy world the crowd began speaking of human trafficing and realized that the kind of people that are sold as slaves are sky people and devil fruit users. Now that she fits one of the many catagories of people likely to be bought as slaves she felt more offense when the topic was spoke of. She can't allow them to do any further harm to that boy. Besides, she needs him if she ever wishes to learn the things she needs to know. This encounter isn't exactly common in the blues, it had to be luck she found this kid. 

The guys with the rifles were getting ready to fire again and before they could  Aimée turned and swung her brush towards them which just sent paint flying everywhere, but once that paint made contact with the riflemen it made the sound of a whip cracking followed by the cries of the riflemen as they dropped their guns and grabbed at their painted faces as a good sized welt was beginning to form across their faces. *

"Rainbow~! Chehehe ooh très magnifique." 

"The girls a devil fruit user!" a voice from the crowd shouted.

"Think so?" She responded sarcastically 

She shouted through the crowd to Jasper "We'll take the ones on this side and you take that one, we'll meet in the middle!" 

She looked back at Cloud who presumably was still recuperating. "You think your good to go now man?"

SPOILER: Click to show

Peinto Splash: Aimée flings a thick splash of paint at her opponent while carrying out an attack. There are 2 variations to this technique. One possible way it could be carried out is through an unarmed attack such as a punch or a kick where Aimée would simply draw back her limb and execute the attack normally, but at the same time flinging a splash of paint at her opponent using the same limb she used to attack with.The second variation involves use of a weapon that would either be drenched in the paint from her body already, or the
tip of which would be briefly "dabbed" first by being rubbed against her. Aimée would slash at her opponent creating a splash of paint that would be flung in addition to the strike itself. The impact of the paint smacking up against bare skin could leave welts similar to being hit with a whip. the paint will over travel a range of 3 meters from where it was flung.

[Cloud]

"You think you're good to go now, man?" Cloud heard, as he finally got to his feet. Looking around, Cloud became very focused. Looking up at the Skypian, back down to Aimee, as well as the crowd without moving his head, the young pirate closed his eyes, and sighed. Cloud knew about these kinds of people. Slave traders. You could always tell who they were, mostly by their size. In his experience, slave traders were usually either heavily muscled, or heavily covered in fat. There seemed to be a healthy mix of people of this very description in the crowd, either one of the other, no in between. Swallowing gently, Cloud cracked his shoulders, and stared straight ahead.

Don't get the wrong idea, Cloud wasn't a killer. In fact, even in his runs with bandits, he had never killed anyone. But when he was with pirates, he had seen the conditions the slaves were kept it. Beautiful mermaids, cunning fishmen, and elegant Skypians were reduced to filth, treated as one would treat a cigarette butt, stomping it out when it became useless. Slavery was one thing Cloud could never pretend to stand for. Walking forward, Cloud moves into his hybrid form, a ghastly figure in the middle of the battlefield. With his white horns shining in the sunlight, Cloud quickly scanned the area. There were quite a few people in the ally, all of which were holding weapons. Luckily for Cloud, most of these people have never seen a chameleon, and even more of those people didn't know what the chameleons could do. Quickly crawling up the side of a building, Cloud took a moment on a rooftop, calling out to Jasper:

"Hey, Jasper!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, "Ignore my appearance and trust me. I need you to grab my tongue, and slam me onto the ground as hard as you can. I'll be fine if you throw me into that garbage bin over there, the garbage will comfort my fall." Cloud looked around the arena one last time, before taking a deep breath, sprinting, and jumping over the edge of the building.

The rest seemed to happen in slow motion. Shooting his unnaturally long tongue at Jasper, Cloud hoped he had heard him, and if he did, and followed his instructions, something very special would happen. As soon as Jasper tossed him downward, Cloud would unload his explosive kit on a great mass of the people in the streets. The remaining smoke bombs would cause quite a scene, as well as all of the grenades and dynamite doing as much damage as they could. As soon as the Soseiji would land, something simple would happen: He'd return to his human form, take out his SMG, and begin unloading on anyone who wouldn't surrender or run. Though, there was a large chance that there would be many people remaining, but this was a chance he was willing to take. Although there was a large risk of immense bodily harm to himself, he didn't want to see Jasper or Aimee behind one of the slave cages, nor did he ever want to be looking out one of the bars himself.

As all these thoughts ran through Cloud's head, he looked up at Jasper, where his tongue was extended. 'You can do this, you stupid bird man...'

[Jasper]

Jasper put back away his bow as people began to crawl at him, and do various other methods of trying to get him. All he could see was the dollar signs in their eyes when they looked at him. He hated such pigs!
"I AM NOT AN OBJECT! GET YOUR FACE OUT OF HERE!"
He was mad, madder then he could have ever been. He got his gloves ready, and looked as if he was going to do some hand to hand combat.
"Hey Aimee, Cloud, this is what makes a true skypiean!"
He began to bring out his right hand to do all the work. Bullets would hit, and fall like they were simply dropped by his palm. The effect would look a amazing, as punches lost their touch when absorbed by him. He then saw his target for such a living nightmare.
"Hey, Bird Boy, just give up and get on our ship. We will treat ya real nice."
Jasper barley noticed as Cloud began to climb up the wall like a maniac.
"NOPE!"
He slammed his right palm to the guy's face and all that was left to be heard was the press of a button. The man's face was shattered to pieces, and he flew backwards with tremendous force. Jasper shook out his sore hand as Cloud began to explain everything to him. If only he had seen the amazing work of the artsy girl, he would have been shocked beyond belief, however Cloud's form surprised him.
"WHATT?!?!"
He quickly grabbed the long tongue trying to adapt to the situation. Jasper liked these two for some reason. He really felt that this newcomer was going to form a crew with him, hopefully. He slammed down the tongue with full power, and a sore arm and watched Cloud go to work with the most disorganized and amateurish attack he had ever seen. He stood in awe of how this devil fruit eater was able to stay alive. He then heard the insult and chuckled to himself. Cloud had some guts, and Jasper loved that.
"Cloud, Aimee, this is quite a shame! It seems we are all united in hatred toward slave traders and we work well together. Might as well form a crew and sail the ocean, unless you guys like fighting these guys alone!"
He yelled this at the top of his lungs with a smile across his face. Jasper wanted to form a pirate crew with these people and work to end slavery for good! These people promise him a great deal of trouble, but also have shown a crazy amount of power, it just needs to be concentrated.
"I wish to owe my life to someone, and work for a captain. I wish to become a sniper and strategist of the best crew I can find and end slavery once and for all! Are you with me?!"
Jasper shouted out this as well, and had a great smile over his face. He hoped these strangers were willing to except such a major request without much time together. Jasper hoped to sail the ocean with these people with all his heart. They needed some work, at least Cloud, and he could guide them to be the best they can be!

[Enel]

The fact these guys were slave traders brought sense to this whole situation. Only someone as lowly as a slave trader would start trouble like this, at least that's how Aimée saw it anyway. She was so sick of this battle. "I'm definitely going to need a glass of wine after this..." She thought as she cautiously stepped back, painting the street as she walked and paint dripped from her. As Cloud walked past her looking the way he did she couldn't help but stare. "He must have eaten one of the zoan models... So he's a lizard guy" She thought. She was slightly envious to see he could walk up walls and stretch his tongue out and stuff. All her ability did was let her produce paint from her body, but it has saved her so much beri on paints. The people of the crowd sort of backed away from Aimée after seeing what she was capable of, which is exactly what she wanted them to do. That wasn't even the beginning of what she was capable of and Aimée was quite confident she possessed the skill to kill someone with her brush if she had to. She watched as Cloud had climbed up the wall and began to go completely gun-ho on the crowd, firing indiscriminately with an smg and dropping smoke bombs and grenades. What was he doing? was he trying to accidentally kill her? Had he never heard of friendly fire? These thoughts went through Aimée's head as she found herself finally running. Although she didn't away, she just ran towards the safety on the rooftops and while doing so avoided going into the rapidly expanding smoke cloud that was currently experiencing a hail of bullets and grenades.

As she ran she inhaled deeply, puffing out her chest and arching her back to gain the best results. Once she got close to the nearest building, which would be presumably the once Cloud is currently on the side of she jumped as high as she could and looked towards the ground before exhaling out her mouth which caused paint shoot out of her mouth with enough pressure to propel her off the ground and into the air 10 meters before she landed on her feet on the rooftop*, her scandals making a clacking noise as they hit the ground. She cringed as now her entire mouth tasted like paint, she stuck out her tongue in disgust and then attempted to spit out the remnants of the paint produced by her stomach. She quickly hocked a neon green spit which made a splat sound as it hit the ground.

"Ughhh... Why does paint taste so bad?" She said to herself before walking the edge peering down at Cloud.

"Hey buddy next time your going to do that warn me first so I can leave. You could have shot me"

She had a feeling she wasn't heard though since at the moment she was saying that Cloud was trying to talk with his mouth open. All Aimée could interpret though was "bird man" and although humorous this whole thing was really annoying her. She just wanted to somehow get the skypian to come with her so that he could tell her the things she wanted to know and so that she could get out of here and move on to the next town already. Aimée didn't like Loguetown at all, to her this place was no fun and was full of racists and human traffickers. She didn't see a single bar or art museum anywhere. When she saw Jasper suddenly grab Cloud by the tongue and yank him off the wall she couldn't help but explode into laughter. She really needed that because this entire situation was crap to her, but now she was feeling pretty good. The scene she was witnessing was like a cartoon or something. Cloud flew off the wall and (assumingly) landed right in a dumpster full of smelly garbage. Aimée had to have these guys come with her, not just the skypian who is a valuable asset, but the lizard kid too because he was just hilarious to Aimée and awesome all at the same time. They could find the land of rainbows together and become the most famous people who ever lived. It wouldn't be much longer now, today was a lucky day indeed. She needs someone with experience with the Grandline and knowledge of sky islands to help her out after that it's sure to be smooth sailing.

Jasper began to speak of the three of them having a common hatred for slave traders, but Aimée didn't hate anyone so much as she hated some of the things people do and ways some people act. Then as though it were a sign from the cosmos itself, Jasper said he wanted to work for someone he owed his life to and Aimée grinned ear to ear, almost roguishly so. This was perhaps the best day of her life. Because if Aimée hadn't lended a hand back there those two would almost certainly be dead, especially Jasper. She also realized he was the one that saved her from being shot and mentally frowned at herself for this realization. Perhaps she could persuade them both to join up with her. How hard could it be? They were teenage boys and she's a beautiful young lady. A sharpshooter, a lizard man, and assumingly all the information on sky islands she could ever dream of? This wasn't a bad start at all, and all she had to do was twist Jasper's proposal in her own favor while still leaning towards his general goal and she was very certain she could recruit him for her cause.

As her laughter came to a close she nodded in response to Jasper's proposal.

"Alright yeah, come work for me and together we will make our mark in this world one that stands out like no other. We'll put an end to slavery once and for all, and like the rainbow our colors will shine~!"

She twirls her brush as she finishes her small speech, the paint that flies off it forming a brief liquid rainbow before falling off the roof into the alley and hitting the ground with a splash likely soaking whoever was under it.

"And perhaps someday I'll own an outfit that isn't stained with paint." She randomly added, tugging at her beige shorts which now have small blotches of dried paint all over the front. Her face was speckled with little drops of paint spatter as well. It just showed she was an artist at most.

"Guys this place sucks~!"

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Peta Peta Rainbow Jet: Aimée takes a deep breath and unleashes from her mouth a large amount of paint which can either propel her backward roughly 10 meters, or propel her 10 meters into the air at any angle if she releases the paint towards the ground. This attack allows Aimée to gain distance from her enemy or strategically grant her the advantage. If the opponent is hit by this paint they'll just be coated in it, but wont suffer any damage.

[Cloud]

Cloud pulled himself out of the garbage, sighing and looking around. It seemed that the battlefield had basically cleared up, with a couple of craters in the ground where his bombs landed. Luckily, though, it didn't seem to be too much damage, though it was obvious there was a large scale battle here. "Jeez... How did that even happen... We're three people, and we just kicked the asses of roughly fifty slave traders..." Cloud closed his eyes, feeling a headache coming on, making him a bit more irritable than usual. Glancing down at his clothing, he let out an exasperated noise. It was covered in muck from the garbage, and, though he didn't take any damage, his change into his hybrid form stretched and rubbed his clothing weird, making more than a little uncomfortable. As the disheveled pirate pulled himself out of the trash, he wobbled over to the artist and Skypian, stretching. "I could really go for a nap right now..." The young man mumbled, pulling a splotchy banana peel off of his backside. Blinking, he stared at Aimee for a moment, before processing what was said.

"Alright yeah, come work for me and together we will make our mark in this world one that stands out like no other. We'll put an end to slavery once and for all, and like the rainbow our colors will shine~!"

Cloud made a face that obviously showed his disapproval. "... Work for you?" He asked, scratching a lump of dirt off of his cheek, "Why should we work for you? Why can't we be a team, instead?" Cloud raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "We all put equal effort into this battle, and to be honest, it seems that Jasper did a lot more than the two of us put together. He deflected bullets with more bullets. I mean, that's literally the coolest thing I've ever seen in my life." The young pirate shrugged, further trying to dishearten the young woman with casual mentions of paint and various different uses for sticky hands, most of which sounded much more explicit than originally intended.

"I'm not positive you're cut out to be a captain either." He says, patting the short girl on her head. "In fact, if you want, your head would probably work well as an arm rest." He said, before suddenly realizing how much of a scum bag he must be sounding like. "... Heh. Anyway. I think an equal team between us would work much better. The boss to employee mentality wouldn't really help us get rid of any slaves, it would just cause conflict in our group, which is already small to begin with." Cloud looks off to the side, a bit embarrassed that he was telling Aimee that he didn't think she was cut out for captain, though she very well could have been. Looking over at Jasper, Cloud blinks, rolling his eyes around and grinning. "So, what do you think, Howard the Duck?"

[Jasper]

"Noted"
Jasper said to Aimee as she talked about warning before shooting. He had a lot of team skills he needed to learn, and Aimee was amazing with her odd paint powers. She had just spit out a large amount of pain like a jet! He then heard her talk about working for her and saw her little twirl.
"That sounds..."
He was quickly cut off before he could happily respond with a yes. He watched as Cloud began to talk the idea of a captain down, and began to feel worried. Jasper wanted to live for someone, but to be a team might be good. He was worried that maybe he wasn't going to be as useful without a captain. Jasper heard the compliment and blushed.
"Well, It wasn't anything too special. It was just... you know.... quick calculations and estimates with years of training and a 50/50 chance of hitting."
Jasper smiled, and knew he could have very well missed his shot if he wasn't lucky. He began to like Cloud again, much more then originally. He then heard Cloud go on about Aimee's pain and began to become angry.
"Cloud, she is fine with paint. Don't underestimate the odd powers of a devil fruit, no matter how idiotic! Aimee's fruit could very well destroy the world if used right!"
Jasper wasn't kidding. He was taught on how bizarre devil fruits can destroy planets in the wrong hands, and sometimes thought the world they were living on was only still here for the fun of it. He had once been on a mission which someone used an odd fruit with erasers that looked ridiculous until his partner was wiped off the face of the earth by being erased. Jasper knew he was awful with working with others very well from his training with multiple people.

After Jasper began to get lost in his thoughts he sees Cloud begin to hurt the young girl's self esteem. He begins to reach for his pistol to shoot a warning shot, before Cloud quickly makes up for his mistake.

"... Heh. Anyway. I think an equal team between us would work much better. The boss to employee mentality wouldn't really help us get rid of any slaves, it would just cause conflict in our group, which is already small to begin with."

Jasper then wanted to talk again as Cloud moved his eyes over for what seems to be approval of his thoughts.

"So, what do you think, Howard the Duck?"

Jasper stares at him with an odd expression then bursts out laughing.
"Howard the Duck? Is that some kind of skit or something?"
He then begins to think over what Cloud said before as he regained composure from the silly response Cloud made.
"Cloud, maybe you have a point, except we aren't equals, not one bit."
He paused for dramatic effect with a smirk.
"A team is comprised of people who are strong in different fields most of the time. If we ever wish of staying alive against the bigger foes, we need to make up for the other's weaknesses. For example, my weakness is not having any items. If I had nothing, I would be a dead man for the most part. My strength, however, is the range and versatility I have with strategy thrown into the mix. If we wish to become a team we need to solidify our bonds and work with each other to become stronger as a whole."
He looked at Aimee to see her thoughts on this, then looked at Cloud to see if he was okay with it all.
"What do you propose we do now? We have no ship, probably no money, and we are pretty much wanted criminals now for all these bodies left. I think if we run now, the marines might not be able to catch up."

[Enel]

Aimée didn't realize what she might have sounded like before she spoke her peace, it was a common personality flaw. Thinking it over she realized she just proposed to be some sort of hierarchy big shot who calls all the shots. The kind of person Aimée hates most. She opened her mouth to correct herself When Cloud began to tear the poor girl's ego out of the ground like a weed and crush it with under his feet. After all she did for him hell, she almost died today defending him while he recuperated and here he is cutting her down like a tree. She maintained her inspirational smile, but inside she was deeply hurt. It felt like somebody grabbed her heart and squeezed it. She knew if she cried there would be no telling what color the tears would be, so she fought hard not to. Never had anyone verbally abused her like that before. Surely if she were anyone else Cloud would be dead, or at the very least beaten senseless, but Aimée wasn't that type of person.  

"I'm not positive you're cut out to be a captain either."

This sentence echoed throughout her mind and each time it did the pain it brought was worse and worse, like being stabbed by a dagger in the ego again and again while you yet live and beg for it to stop. Rather than stopping though it continues on and on, sending u spinning down a spiral of pain and frustration. The level of shame was like being scolded by your mother in public. He went to pat her on the head, but she slapped his hand out of the way and took a few steps backward. She looked at him in a frustrated glare half angry, half sad, her lower lip quivering as dark green tears built up in her eyes. She wanted to do more to him, she wanted to smack him across the face, leaving a nice red hand mark, but she didn't because she was scared. Frustrated, she used her arm to wipe away the off color tears and continued stepping away from Cloud, partially afraid of what he'd do to her now. Her brush was aimed at the ground inoffensively and dripping from it was only the remnants of what didn't create the paint rainbow during her proposal.

She had to get it together, this wasn't who she was. She took a deep breath and listened to Cloud as he thankfully stopped putting her down and proposed what she considered only after she opened her big mouth and said the wrong thing. Maybe he was right... Maybe she didn't have what it took to be captain, but she had something these people probably didn't and that was knowledge of navigation. What's a crew or group without a navigator? Lost, that's what. If Aimée didn't disagree with the ways of the World Government she'd bear no shame in leaving the two of them here to take the fall when the marines inevitably show up, and again the fact Jasper is Skypian alone makes him a valuable asset at this time.

Her thoughts wandered again and one thought led to another and Aimée just didn't care what was being said anymore, she wanted to go home and drink and forget about all of this. Maybe start over again in the morning. She turned and started to walk away slowly after finally getting herself back together and returning her confident smile to her face, she'd find another skypian there were tons of them. Who the hell were they to dis her paint abilities? "Hmph... Philistines" she thought. Just then though Jasper began to speak and she turned her head to glance back just out of curiosity. She had a natural fascination for everything that had to do with those people. She turned to face him as the young man spoke, he words lie true enough. Aimée had another chance to at least have him near by. If she could worm her way into his circle she could definitely get the information she needed to set out again.

Her new short term goal established, Aimée nodded when Jasper looked to her for an opinion.

"I have no beri currently. I am; how you say; Sort of a starving artist at this time. As to what I propose we do now? I was just about to go collect a ship that I plan to borrow. People are so generous these days."

She then very skillfully painted her signature into the rooftop she was standing on as though to sign her work.

"Someday people will literally kill each other for that signature... I'd frame that I were you."

Then she turned and began to walk along the rooftops towards the docks where she would take her pick of anything she wanted. She hummed a tune as she balanced along the edge of the roof.