Swabbing Decks: Fated Encounter Marque, WIlly, Senshi)

[coyotemarque]

Marque was given his first official orders as a member of the Marines he was sent to an island located in the South Blue. Apparently, they required his services for some task that his commanding officer failed to inform him of. “What on Earth do they need me for?” The thoughts were stampeding through his brain at almost light force speeds. Would he actually be assigned to combat some pirate scum? A smile formed across his face for a split second; though it didn’t last long before his disdain facial expression returned. He looked out over the ocean as the ship made its way to the dock on Silver Island. The sun was shining beautifully radiating its glow as far a the eye could see. The magnificent view would be cut short by the squawking of a flock of seagulls flying overhead.

As Marque would continue to watch the birds that had stolen his attention he would be caught off guard by the sound of the ship captain shouting, “Port ahead! Prepare to dock the boat!” The skill of the crew piloting the ship was noteworthy; they were fast, efficient, and skilled. Before long they had the ship docked at the port. The young marine would walk over to the captain; “Thank you for the ride sir,” and with that being said the man would salute him then promptly exit the ship. After exiting the ship he made his way to through the town he could feel the heat of the pavement between his toes with every step he took. The thought of how his mother was doing was racing through his mind he hadn’t seen her in years now. Even if he was to see her again he wouldn’t know how to face her. Especially since he ran out on her after the pirate attack he experienced so many years back.

After gaining clarity to his mentality he remembered the reason he had come to this island in the first place. This was his first official assignment, and he had to do his best at whatever it is. After walking for a good thirty minutes he took in his surroundings of the area. This was truly a good city people were working hard to make a living, and with the markets around people were spending that hard earned belli. A slight smirk would form across the coyote humans face as he made his way through the great doors of the Marine Base. As he walked to the front desk he would lowly mutter, “Recruit Marque Winter reporting for duty!” The woman behind the desk would then begin to thumb her way through the book, and would smirk. “Well recruit I have a note to pass on to you.” The slender woman passed the letter across the desk into the hand of the marine, and he would take it, and open it.

Dear Recruit Marque Winter,

I truly hope that your journey was a safe one, and that you are adjusting to the way things operate on this island. You will be staying in room 27B it isn’t much; there is a cot, and a chair try to make the most of it. Now, onto the important task that I have called you out here to do. As of late the base has been experiencing something that is corrupting the appearance of our base. Your assignment is to solve this problem, and the answer to that solution is a mop. The floors are dirtier than ever, and we were short handed so I have to expedite for some help to clean this place up. Thank you for coming out to help!

Cordially,
The Cap’n

Marque would fold the letter, and place it back in the envelope. After placing the envelope in his pocket he looked at the girl again, “Where is the supply closet located?” The girl would pull out a map of the buildings layout, and would put out the location. “Thank you ma’am, these floors will be cleaner than ever before!” Marque would navigate his way throughout the layout of the building until he reached the supply closet, “Well this is it! No time to dally, I have to get this done to show them how hard I am willing to work.” After opening the closet he pulled out a mop, and rested it against the wall outside of the door. Then he would begin to draw water in a bucket so he would be able to adequately cleanse the floor with it. Reaching into his pocket the coyote man would pull out the medal that his father had left him. This whole event was the first step in his goal of honoring his father’s death. “Father, I know this isn’t the most pleasant job, but I will build my way up to something better no matter what the cost.” Slowly dipping the mop in the water until it got wet enough to mop with. Pulling the mop from the water he twisted the mop head attempting to remove the excess. After the prep was over he flopped the mop on the floor, and began to scrub it. Upon further examination of the floor the marine would nod agreeing with the captain's statement about the floors being filthy.

[Dandead10]

Senshi is currently on a small navy ship sailing to the same island from her hometown Loguetown. It's been about three days since she has been on this ship give or take, and other then a small storm not much has happened along the way. She would be currently be on duty as she is downstairs of the ship, and she would be polishing the cannons along with several of her other marine comrades.

"It's been such a long boring day... I wish something exciting would happen don't you?" She says to the marine next to her who responds with a grunt and says, "Don't count on it kid". She sighs to herself as she would shine the cannon as her captain would be above yelling orders to the crew. She has another assignment after this, which is to go prepare some nausea relief tonic for the crew with the provided ingredients. The few years she spent learning about medicine and other minor medical skills from her local doctor Kaiza helped her with this skill having spent several years as his apprentice.

She finishes up rather swiftly and would walk away from the cannon room. She walks into the infirmary as she would see a small workbench with a oak wood stool with ingredients in neat bags as she would thank kami that it's not a mess. She would get to work getting some sesame seeds putting them into a saucer before crushing up some blood orange juice into it. She would mix adding some honey in the mix to counter the bitterness as she would add water....a quick and easy way to make a nausea relief drink which smells oddly like dew before mixing it again...a strong smell. She would spend the next few hours repeating this putting this drink in a large barrel, putting it in the corner of the ship carefully before she would be free for now as she would walk into the lodging area as she would shine her blade, and gun with a rag cleaning them nicely making sure it is loaded and operational. She would take her shiny silver pocket watch, necklace off of her neck as she brushes her long red straight hair out of her face. "11 AM hmm?...well Tou-san guess its a busy time huh?...I miss you...wish you were here with me..and Kaa-san."

She puts the silver necklace back on as she would finish up going on deck saluting to the captain. She would then be at ease when told as the captain would order her to help along the deck. Keeping lookout as there is always a small risk of pirate attack and she would have her sword on her side, rifle on her back as she would scan the horizon as seagulls fly overhead. She would wait it out until they reach the island where they are supposed to meet with the forces from the base there. She remembers she should get a flintlock or cutlass shortly but she will most likely go for the flintlock since she already has a katana. She has a belt on her which has several pouches for her items and such which is brown in color, and she readjusts her navy hat to dim the sunlight as it is rather bright today. She would walk back and forth patrolling having some small talk with her fellows as it is a busy ship. A small galleon with a crew of 50, 6 cannons on deck each side, with four inside the ship on each side, and is stocked with enough weapons for everyone mostly firearms.

She would stand there now, three hours passing as it is now 2 PM. She would eat a meager meal of two biscuits and a slab of Herring as she would drink some water from a canteen. She would keep looking out at the infinitely expanding sea it seems as she is mesmerized before she hears the call of: "Land HO!" The crew would quickly scramble lowering the sails as we head to this small island in East Blue. The anchor is lowered as marines would come off with their weapons on their back as I would admire the sights, and I am glad I am back on solid land again.

The captain would hand everyone a small slip of paper as they get off which is their dorm room number and as I step up he would hand me mine. Captain:" I heard of your good reputation from your father and I hope you can live up to it.." I would smile a little bit as I walk off walking alongside my fellows before walking to the city looking here and there before heading to the marine base. Registering feeling a bit tired out as she brought along a bit of that nausea tonic, she would happen to get the room next to the coyote man and I would walk closer. If he is there he would be able to smell not only my strong smelling tonic, but also the smell of fine soap and seawater. I would unlock my door to my room taking in the barest of furniture...just what I expected. I would try to make the most of it as I walk in sitting on the cot after shutting my door. I would sigh finally relaxing a little as I place my sword and my gun leaning against the wall as I would lean back arms behind my head.

[Blushing z0ro]

First assignment, first orders, Seaman Recruit William Small didn't expect much, but perhaps somewhere deep down he hoped that joining the Marines would have given him the opportunity to do something different than small chores like would do at home. Alas it was not to be for Willy's duties proved to be the most menial that there was. Wielding a mop that was effectively taller than the young marine was and a single task to complete, get the damn floors clean.

Willy Small was not a noteworthy sight amidst the hallways of the base, no taller than a child, shaggy blond hair covering the top half of his face that was topped with a marine cap. Truly if not for his uniform no one would believe someone like that could really be a Marine. Many people walked the corridors as the young marine mopped the floors heartily, not one taking note of the hard work being done. Really it had always been like this, always helpful, always hard working, but never acknowledge; that was the life of William Small in a nutshell. Yet, despite occasional bouts of self doubt, the blond boy never felt abused or taking advantage of.

A single belief always centred Willy's life, the simple core belief that people were inherently good deep down. People deep down are decent, hard work and kindness will be repaid in kind. So the boy kept mopping, over and over, even though other marines, enlisted troops and officers alike, just trampled his work over and over, Seaman Recruit Small did not stop or attempted to complain.

True mopping floors was not why the boy became a Marine, even becoming a Marine had never been something Willy imagined for himself until quite recently. All his life William had been weak, much smaller than all the other kids, no real talent at anything in particular, not especially smart either, just average or below even that in roundabout everything. However that changed a few years ago, the weak boy obtained power, the power of the Dino Dino no Mi. For most of the tiny Marine's teenage years he wondered what to do with that kind of power. It was his parents that pushed him to join the Marines, there he would be able to use his power to help others, for that was the only thing to do with power. At first Willy didn't get what that meant, but his father simply told him that it was simply because having power in itself was a responsibility to use it to help others.

So full of confidence William Small joined the Marines hoping to use his powers for good! Yet... right now his power was no good to him. Turning into a hulking dinosaur man would do him no good in regards to his mopping, so the young recruit just redoubled his efforts and mopped like he never mopped before. Running up and down the same corridor over and over, coating it in soapy water and making it shine. Who knows how long he'd been doing that very same hallway, but after some very hard work, finally it shone. The white tiled floor gleamed with newfound cleanliness, polished to a mirror sheen upon which Willy could see himself, all sweaty and covered with soap. At least this hallways was done, or so he thought.

Seconds after Seaman Recruit Small had finished this part of job that a group of officers burst out of a door at one end of the corridor. A dozen or so men all dressed with the Marine fabled coat of Justice trampled over Willy's handiwork. It only took them a few second to pass by, not one noticing the tiny marine saluting them as they destroyed the efforts of the day.

As soon as they were out of sight William looked down to see the damage they had wrought. It was all gone! All the work, all the cleanliness, the mirror sheen. The blond boy couldn't help but just feel dejected at the sight of all his work destroyed. It was time for a quick break, or long one perhaps. Willy placed his mop and bucket against the wall and squatted down next to them while starting to munch on a raw turnip. Perhaps now would be a good time to ponder if having been born as a watermelon might not have been favourable, less troublesome. He'd have been big amongst fruits, nice and juicy as well as refreshing in the summer. Yeah... that would have been better.

So there he sat, the boy so full of good intentions and will moments ago, alone and dejected, munching on some vegetable. Was that really all there was to William Small's life regardless of where he is? Or would something change, would something or someone take him to new places, will this boy stay whelp or would he grow to become something more? Who knows, for now all that is certain is that he really isn't much.

[Dandead10]

Senshi would sit up having enough sitting around and seeing that she is on break for the moment, she would stand up stretching as she would step out of her room after grabbing her weapons. She would walk out into the hallway shutting her door behind her where she would see a rather looking dejected looking child?...marine? She would see him munching on a turnip out of all things, which she finds somewhat strange. She would take a few steps closer before she would decide why not start some conversation? Maybe he would be more talkative then the other members of her ship.

"Kunichiwa there." She says while readjusting her uniform. "You seem a little bit down there Nakama. Would you care for a bit of help or are you just going to munch on that turnip?" She says with a somewhat neutral look which then turns into a somewhat small smile as she finds him rather humorous. "I'm on break at the moment so maybe I could help you get your work done, and then maybe we can hit the training grounds?" She suggests this as she was planning on heading there herself before she saw you. "My name is Senshi Odayakama by the way...but you can call me Senshi if you like." She seems rather polite and kind offering to help you out here. She has long red hair that is flowing right now smooth looking, kind looking face, and you see she that she looks rather attractive, well depending on the eye of the beholder. Not going into much detail she has a slim, curvaceous body which looks rather agile with flexibillity, a rather nice bust for a girl her age seeing she is just old enough to be a marine, and what other features are hidden other then her calculating eyes. She watches you and awaits your response with a light smile crossing her arms. Her eyes are like looking into the sky, a bright cerulean blue. It might also be like the ocean or a blend in between, but you can possibly see that past her smile is nothing but seriousness in those eyes...a sort of intuition of sorts.

Before this she was thinking about training herself in her swordsmenship or martial arts, but she would really appreciate somebody to train with her. After all you can't get combat experience from fighting training dummies or trees! She was thinking train for a few hours and then catch a quick bite to eat. She thinks that this is better. She needs some friends to keep her company in this place right? Her other shipmates were really...negative, and there really wasn't much to do other then clean, cook, and sleep.

[coyotemarque]

As Marque was mopping the floor he smelled the sweet scent of a woman; the smell was of soap, and salt water. He had never smelled soap like that before it was a wonderful smell truly befitting a female. The young marine would begin to swoon to himself at the beauty of the young girl. Not only was she attractive, but she looked like she was competent in battle. He would begin to mop his way over in her direction hoping to draw some form of conversation out of the girl. That was until he noticed a young lad who was mopping the floor, and it was trampled by the marines that he seemed to earnestly admired. This would strike a chord with the young man as he made his way over to the small looking marine. After arriving beside the blonde marine he would smile, “don’t let their lack of respect for your work diminish your confidence. They were once standing in the same position as you, doing the exact same thing.” The coyote man would smile as he touched his shoulder, and would quickly remove his hand extending it to be shook.

“My name is Marque Winter, and I am a new recruit myself. I have a dream myself, I am going to accomplish great things regardless of my rank. What might your name be? I see great potential in your eyes.” Mr. Winter would smile as he adverted his attention to the beautiful woman dawning blades at her side. Marque envied the man that would get to wake up next to that fine specimen. “Excuse my rudeness my lady, what name has the God’s given you to honor your exquisite beauty?”

[druinsbane]

"Well," a voice proclaimed, a languorous patch of smoke slid out and behind a corner forming small semi-translucent clouds that bobbed on the ebb and pull of the corridors slight breeze. "I didn't know the marines let kids and dreamers in, truly a terrifying combo."

"For the crippled." He stood tall, not a giant when compared to actual giants but he was a big man both height and girth, his marine uniform was pulled tight around his bulk leaving it looking more like a vest than a shirt, his black under-shirt exposed with the push of his lower abdomens mass. "Ah, don't take it personal kid. Just a joke between fellow white shirts." his mouth was done up in a large grin, a few golden teeth visible in that expanse of brackish yellow smile, a cigar lazily resting on his lower lip piping out a steady stream of smoky grey tendrils. 

"So what's your name," he lowered himself to his height putting his hand on his large knees in the way the tall do that's meant to comfort the vertically challenged, but only seems to patronize and scream 'look I'm bigger than you'. "Oh. You must excuse my manners I didn't notice you there." he stood gaining his full height and addressing Senshi, bowing slightly his hand coming forward to his head miming a hat and then pulling it off and putting it to his chest, completing the mock bow. 

-Moments Before-  

"Yes sir, no sir." salute turn on the balls of your feet and march like you crapped yourself. Markov Van Riese, a recent marine recruit pushed into one of their headquarters to do menial labour before being thrown out at some sea monster to die heroically, in his opinion heroically was just words that others confused for bravery but in actuality meant 'die stupidly'. But he wasn't in command so he marched like he crapped himself, and did what he was told.  

And when no one was looking skipped out on mopping the floor or lifting crates technically he hadn't checked in and wasn't there, he'd just have to use one of his hundred one excuses 'heat stroke'. 

[Blushing z0ro]

Wha-what was happening? Things escalated way too quickly for poor Willy Small. First some girl came up to talk to him and ask if he needed help, but before he even had time to reply some other guy came out the woodwork and started to talk to the girl, completely failing to notice the presence of the petite blond boy sitting on the floor eating a turnip. That's always how it was, wasn't it, people just don't see Willy, perhaps is actually just invisible to some others?

The, Senshi girl was quite pretty, or at least Willy thought as much, the other weird guy, Marque he called himself, must have thought as much as well, figured Seaman Recruit Small from the way he began to talk to her. William was somewhat jealous of people that could just speak to others so easily like that, being full of confidence and not overthinking every syllable that comes out of his mouth while desperately trying not cry or run and hide. Oh, run and hide, that seemed like a good plan at that moment, a GREAT one even.

As the odd Marque guy kept on talking, Willy attempted to get up and walk away discreetly but alas it was not to be. As soon as the boy tried to move and coarse voice came from the other side. The man whom it belonged too was quite a sight to see, and a hard to miss one. The heavy built man was big, very big, and even though he was positively tiny in comparison of William's Hybrid form, the small marine still got scared just from looking at the man's girth.

So many things went though the boy's mind, thoughts about to do next, escape plans, replies, questions of his own, possible interesting trivia about pineapples, but what to do, what to do what to do, whattodowhatodo!!!? Thoughts came trailing through Seaman Recruit Small's brain faster than a train and then; nothing. Just nothing, poor Willy's own neurosis gave up on him and left him with no alternative but to awkwardly submit to the question these strangers have asked of him. So amidst the conversation of others the Dino-boy just awkwardly said his name, almost whispering it. "Wi-Willy Small... Seaman Recruit." Then he just curled up over himself even more and dropped to his side in a fetal position. That poor boy needed to grow a spine quickly for what fate had in store for him, Thank the heavens he did not know that though, for who knows how he would react to that.

[coyotemarque]

The blonde recruit would begin to walk away from the group, and would be stopped by what appeared to be another Marine. Marque would notice a rather large gentleman, whom reeked of ill intentions. The man would speak through his nearly rotten teeth, "I didn't know the marines let kids and dreamers in, truly a terrifying combo." The large man would then slump over on his knee obviously attempting to show the difference in size between him, and the small recruit. Marque would begin to get angry fighting to withhold the urges that his zoan devil fruit had cursed him with. The palms of his hand would begin to shake from trying to repel his urges to tear the large mans throat out. Finally, he was able to calm himself enough to get his wits about him; “Well I don’t like your humor friend; being a Marine is all that I live for. The marines are exactly for the dreamers of the world. We all have dreams, and with proper motivation we can make those dreams a reality!” Marque heard the recruit hesitantly mutter his name, and rank causing the coyote man to scratch the back of his head. This kid was seriously uncomfortable with social encounters.

“Oi Willy, hold your head up high; you are a Marine!”

Marque wanted more than anything to help this guy get some confidence, and to be able to boldly stand in front of people like this big lusch in front of him. The marines train of thought would trail off again at catching a glimpse of the beautiful woman that had announced her name as Senshi. Out of the corner of his eye he would catch a glimpse of a group of higher ranking individuals heading their way. “Shit, back to work before we get punished!” With a steady hand, and fast pace the marine would begin to scrub the floor once again; he had to be able to see his reflection in the surface of the floor. The recruit would stop his mopping as the higher ranks would walk by, and would salute them until they were past him. Letting out a sigh the man would mutter, “That was a close one; I thought I was going to get in some serious trouble. Senshi, you are a beauty, I would be honored if we could work together.” After some swooning he reverted his attention back to Willy; “Willy, if you want to become stronger follow me, and we will grow stronger together!” He would smile as he returned to his mopping as he awaited an answer; “Big fella, I am not sure entirely how I feel about you. My gut is telling me not to trust you, but my brain is telling me ‘what the hell’ give you a chance.” After scrubbing one spot with the mop head for a while he was starting to reveal a reflection of his face. He had finally learned what it meant to accomplish something difficult.

[Dandead10]

She was confused on why Willy was suddenly just walking away, but as she saw the rather intimidating sized man with golden teeth she would calmly think. She would wonder though where he received the funds to get golden teeth in the first place and when she heard what he said, she was rather neutral about it. She saw him purposely trying to intimidate her and the others which doesn't quite work as she would scoff at the notion. Then she feels the murderous intent of Marque a type of animosity that would be the vibe of a wild animal.

She had listened to Marque and heard his comment about the marine core and she could tell she was being stared at by Marque for a little too long. As the superiors came by, she would give a quick salute getting a mop and dipping into the water bucket before well...cleaning as she would try to make the floor shine. Hearing Marque's comment about her being a beauty, it confirms her suspicions and she would turn to look at him before responding. "I'm sorry there, but I'm not looking for a relationship quite yet although being coworkers is fine. We are the cannon fodder of the World Government sad to say. Maybe when we are of higher rank , or if we reach higher rank then I might give you a chance. Also the comment you made about dreams becoming a reality. I am a bit of a philosopher and I can't say I completely agree with you. We are soldiers arent we? We fight as we are given orders. Although yes we have dreams making them reality takes ambition. In order for one to achieve their goal usually the people around them must fail their ambitions. As soldiers it is our job to fufill the dreams of our superiors and protect the dreams of innocent civilians." She says that rather calmly and politely not wanting to hurt his feelings or anything.

She would observe Willy in the fetal position and she would notice from her medical training that Willy was having a nervous break down. "It seems our fellow marine is in a breakdown. We may need to give him some space. He seems to be highly introverted. He just needs to take a deep breath."

She would then turn to this rather intimidating man still standing as she would react to his mock salute from earlier in which suddenly she would point her katana still sheathed and would point it at his throat to try and lift his chin and she does this at a fast pace having trained in the art of the sword for several years. "Don't mock me. If you think your size is going to bother me you are sorely mistaken. After all...what is the quote? The bigger they are the harder they fall? We as marines are comrades and the fact you just tried to intimidate me makes you a liability then an asset in my eyes." She says this while looking him in the eyes with the cigar in his mouth, a cold calculating stare. If her action succeeded, she would put her sheathed blade back to her side as she would continue to clean. Her time she was going to devote to training gone.

[druinsbane]

"Wahahah." his frame leaning back as he let out a solid laugh his chest rising and falling under the laughter's convulsions. "Willy Small, I'll remember that name." he withdrew a second cigar from his breast pocket, knuckle walked it over his thumb and under his pointer and made it disappear with a slight of hand before making it reappear in his palm, he'd push it towards William Small. "Never should be without a smoke."

He stood rolling his shoulder's regarding Marque, with a broad toothy grin. "Calm down, just a joke between white shirts. No need to get sulky." he adjusted his cigar moving it along the craggy outline of his lip's, removed it and breathed the hot fettered clouds towards him. "I have been given chances before." he simply said not elaborating, and in the space between moment turned around saluted and waited for the officers to pass, resuming his slumped careless stance.

"Cannon fodder we be, what was it the philosophers say about righteous causes, there are perhaps many causes worth killing for, but to me, certainly, there are none worth dying for. Or was it around the other way, I always forget." and than to his surprise a sword was placed at his throat, he was looking down at Senshi, his Adam's apple rising and falling as he swallowed. "Woah, calm down." he raised his hand's his palms open in a gesture of harmlessness, he took one step back hand's still raised. 

"I think we all got off on the wrong foot, so lets start off again. My name is Markov, Markov Van Riese. It is a pleasure to meet you all."

[coyotemarque]

Marque would hear the rejection of the girl that he had hopelessly fallen head over heels for, but his reaction wasn't that of a typical man. He continues to swoon over the girl that had caught his eye without hesitation. “So you are saying if I get a high rank you will be my dove? If that is the case I will be the strongest of all the men of the marine Senshi-chan!” Quickly, his attention would advert to the man that had been spouting off at the mouth. Senshi had seamlessly raised her sword too to the Adams Apple of the man causing him to introduce himself to the group, and hastily apologize to the group.


“Well it is understandable to be misunderstood we have all been cleaning, which seems to be a pointless monotonous task. We will let bygones be bygones; just remember we are a team working towards the same goal. The name is Marque Winter; though my enemies call me the coyote.”


The recruit would extend his hand to shake the hand of the man, “Sorry I let my temper get the better of me. I blame it on my devil fruit.” Marque would walk over to Willy, and would pay him on the shoulder; “what say I take you to the training grounds? I am curious as to what you can do.”


(Sorry for short post on mobile net still out.)

[Dandead10]

Senshi would hear the declaration of this man, and she would smile ever so slightly tilting her head. Her hat would cover her face as she would then look up with a small but bright smile. "Well then Marque, I hope you can keep your word because I will not accept anything other then the best." When she heard Marque's idea to go to the training grounds, she would eagerly look around seeing this was her original plan. "Great Idea Marque, I would love to get to train my skills rather then clean this infinitely dirty floor. Thing is, what shall we train in? My name is Senshi Odayakama by the way. It's a "pleasure" to meet you as well Markov Van Riese. I hope that we can all get along just fine here. Also Willy, you need to braven up. We might not be seeing combat now, but keep on mind bloodshed and combat will very well be our future."

Senshi would drop her mop into one of the buckets of water as she would wipe her head. She would sigh as she would open her canteen and would drink it's contents. Since she opened this the others should be able to smell the rather strong smell of the liquid tonic. She would realize there are others who must be just as thirsty and tired. She would sheepishly take the canteen away from her lips as she would rub the back of her head. "I'm sorry I should have asked if you all would care for some before drinking myself. Would any of you care for some of this tonic that I made? It is meant to cure nausea from sea sickness, but it tastes very good. It's also good for rejuvenating a tired and weary body. I would take some now seeing I won't be able to make more for quite some time. I would like to mention I am a combat medic, although I have a fair bit of knowledge of medicine, herbs, and minor surgery. I'm also a swordsmen in progress." She would hand out her canteen with her left hand for any takers to drink from. She would smile as she does this, closing her eyes and showing her shiny, white teeth. The liquid would smell much like dew although it has a bit of a sour smell to it like alcohol. The color is a simmered orangish red. If any of them take a sip, it would taste very sweet and refreshing although a bit strong. This can be drank in large amounts with not too high consequence other than sugar high. Thankfully, she learned how to make it taste good after many trials and errors in her past.

[druinsbane]

His brow furrowed a single length of hair raised, a question a need for clarification 'Senshi-chan!', who talked like this to someone he just met, it almost drove him back how forward this Marque, guy was. But who was he to judge, he shrugged his big shoulders the folds and creases in his clothes tightening as he stretched.

"The name is Marque Winter; though my enemies call me the coyote.”

"You have enemies, I didn't know sanitation was such a dangerous job." he removed a orange from his breast pocket and began to eat it, he removed the skin and flicked pulp and mess absent-mindedly towards an empty corridor, his finger's were speckled with whiting yellow pulp and he smacked loudly as he sucked on them. "Truly we live in a rough world were even our janitors must fight a daily battle."

“Sorry I let my temper get the better of me. I blame it on my devil fruit.”

'I blame it on my devil fruit', the cogs in his head began to churn tossing up steam in the form of his cigar, belching smoke as the conveyor belt of his thoughts connected to his mouth. "Your a devil fruit eater, and they have you cleaning floors. Gosh golly gosh, now that's sad."

"Ah, I think I'll pass on training. I'll watch, and no thank you. I've got my own poison." he tapped a pocket with a silver canister poking out, it made a sloshing sound as he work its lid of and drank a bit. "Good stuff, can't get much better than this." the heavy smell of liquor floated on his breath fusing with the orange to give it that fruity yet repulsive fragrance. 

[Dandead10]

(I apologize people, but I have decided to leave this thread due to issues progressing the plot. I am sorry, but it just doesn't seem it is going to go anywhere much. I'm sure that the rest ofyou will have a much easier time with only three members. Thank you very much for your understanding. Dandead10)