Mission MME-8

[Dandead10]

Senshi Odayakama would currently be sitting on her cot inside of her room tired from her days work. She had to clean the floors, shine cannons, and was called to treat wounds of some marines that were injured on duty. Senshi would decide to go do something worthwhile and she would stretch her arms. She would then stand brushing her long red hair from her face.

She walks out into the hallway which is already dirty again, and her eyebrow would twitch in slight annoyance seeing she spent hours cleaning this floor. She would sigh as she would walk to the task assignment desk where she would see a rather tired looking woman handing out files to various marines. When it comes to her turn she would walk up to get a file handed to her, and she would take it in her hands eager for a mission.

Senshi would walk away and would sit on a bench nearby before she would open the file and read the contents. She sees that she will be moved to West Blue, Pecos Town. Apparently some new recruits had been attacked but survived from whatever it was, at around the same time she gets her file for repostment. She will be assigned on ship B-9 and her orders other than following the captain's orders of course, are to make sure to do the menial tasks such as cleaning, lookout, etc. "Well that's much better! I can finally get to see a new sea that I've never been in before. I wonder if it's any different than this one?" Of course she would sound very strange talking to herself, but maybe it is because of her enthusiasm or thinking out loud.

Senshi would stand and would grab a scrungee from her shirt pocket as she would tie her hair into a ponytail in the back. She would walk outside of the base as she sees she has some spare time before the mission. It starts tomorrow at noon, so she would walk to her favorite place in the base. The training grounds...a place of memories for her. She trained as a young child in a similar training ground where she bled, struggled, and broke the barriers of pain. She sees various other marines training their swordsmanship, firearms arms training, and a very small percentage training hand to hand.

She would draw her 60 inch black sheath katana from her scabbard. It has a black hilt and red diamonds on its grasp. She would look at her blade as it would shine, and she would slip into as practiced stance with ease. Her legs bent, body lowered, and head looking forward she would look at her age old enemy...the wood training dummy. She would dash forward at it delivering a horizontal slice swinging with one hand before turning quickly doing a backwards stab impaling the wood. She would then pull the blade out before using her agility to grab the dummy's shoulders using it as a support to flip over it. She would then deliver the finishing blow as she would then twirl slicing the dummy's head clean off its shoulders as it would fall straight down before the puppets body should groan splitting in half. The body should land straight on top of the dummy's head ending it's "life", and Senshi would smile in satisfaction panting ever so slightly having not practiced in a few days.

"Geeze I'm out of practice. I'm already breaking a sweat?" She would walk up to a fresh training dummy as she would spin her sword twice in her hand. She would dash forward her sword behind her as she runs. Then, she would deliver a crescent slice having gaining enough speed. She would quickly slice upward slicing the dummy's torso causing a large gash to form on it. "Sword Technique: Crescent Beheading." She would then suddenly slash vertically left and right from the shoulders down at a fast pace creating two large gashes on the target's chest as the dummy's wood would groan. "Now to finish it." She would slice once before flicking her wrist turning. She would sheath her blade as the dummy should be sliced neatly into fourths. "I guess I gotta clean this mess up now. Well I'm not done quite yet. Wonder if anyone would like to train with me. Hmm, well better clean this up before I go train in anything else." She would go clean up the various pieces of wood, and would toss them into a pile where broken dummies parts are most likely to be used for firewood. She would then brush her hands thinking about what she should train in next readjusting her cap.

She would wipe the beads of sweat that has formed on her forehead as she would smile to herself. After some contemplation she had decided to move onto martial arts training. Senshi would stretch and would relax as she would take a sip of that nausea tonic from her canteen before she would sigh in relief.

She would walk to another training area set with a different kind of dummy meant to strike at and dodge the dummy's strikes in return which are laced with iron as to prevent their destruction. She would have old memories of how she used to cry when having to train with these as a child and she would almost giggle at the comedic memory. She would calm herself before she laughs and would slip back into her seriousness. She can't do any real damage to these, but when she strikes them at least they don't make her howl with pain. They still sting and make her skin sore if trained with too long for her, but it's well worth it as she would slip into a martial art stance. She would have her left arm in front of her knuckle pointed into the air fingers loose, her other arm would be by her side ready to counter any attack the "enemy" in front of her might make. Her left hand is to be a guide to focus on the enemy's movement, and to divert the momentum of the enemies blow leaving them open to a counter strike from her free arm or legs. She is a analytical fighter so this fighting style is for her. The style also complements the abillity to disarm an enemy of his/her weapon. This is useful for her in case her weapon breaks, isn't on her, or not acsessible at the moment.

[coyotemarque]

Marque had been busy the whole day with his daily regimen of mopping the floors ways of the corridors. He would scrub the floors quickly until he started to see the shine of his face in them. The floors were truly clean enough for one to eat off of if they do chose. After returning the mop to its designated station slowly he would return to his cott. After relaxing his body for a moment he hesitantly rose from his bed, and made his way to the front desk noticing the girl who had checked him in. She looked as though she was about to pass out from exhaustion. Once the line began to clear he made his way to the desk, and had a letter dropped in front of him. Opening his letter he learned that he would be going to the West blue. The mission was to go provide aid to some new recruits that were attacked. Much to his dismay upon further reading he was just going to be used as a deckhand. Marque longer for the chance at combat; since consuming his devil fruit he had strong urges to fight, and to disembowel his enemies.


Marque had so much on his mind that he just needed to cut loose, and train his body. There was only one way for him to become stronger, and that involves him constantly fighting, and clawing his way to the top. Upon reaching the training grounds Marque began to stretch, and prepare his body. He would then make his way to a training dummy of which was wooden, and had a steel interior to prevent breaking. The warrior would laugh, “challenge accepted!” The warrior valuing himself as a kickboxer began to man at the dummy getting a feel on his reach, and then unloading a strong left, and then a right. He would smirk at the lack of damage he had caused and would cross his arms in the shape of an x. “Inu Inu no Mi  model Coyote!” he would murder as his body began to convulse fur would begin to coat his body, and his facial features would change to that of a coyote. Class would form in his barefeet and hands as well as pass on the bottom of his feet. He had reached his hybrid form.


The coyote human would lunge at the dummy delivering a duty of savage slashed to the chest of the dummy, and to his dismay it didn't do any damage. “Damn I need a partner to help me train these dummies are worthless. Then as a breeze shot through the room he caught a familiar scent the it smelled of soap and water mixed with a lot of sweat. His eyes would widen; could it be? He chased after the scent until he came across a female recruit training; it was Senshi. Quickly, he would revert to his human form. “Senshi-Chan I thought I detected your presence would you train with me?” His body was once again swooning to her beauty. He would then await the answer from the beauty.

[Dandead10]

She would turn to face Marque suprised to say the least. She would fall out of her fighting stance as she would loosen a bit. She would wipe the sweat off from her forehead, before she would readjust her cap. "Marque Winter if I'm right yes?" She would stretch her arms as she feels slightly sore. "By all means, if you want to train with me, I am more than happy to oblige. I have been looking for a good sparring partner, and I'm certain you won't dissapoint. Let's head into a arena area where we can spar more...privately."

She would turn and would walk, her long, red pony tail flowing in a nice sea breeze. She would walk down the training yard, before making a right turn entering an area where it is mostly clear built for sparring. It has a sandy floor, and would not have any walls whatsoever. The only thing signifying this is a sparring area is the grass surrounding the sand, making the sandy area a ring of sorts. She would think of Marque's skills and equipment, and she didn't see him with a sword. She decided she shall stick with hand to hand combat, but if he has any suprise moves then she might have to break out her Katana. Assuming he followed her she would stand straight and tall. "I hope you are ready to spar. Let's keep the rules simple: no maiming, we will fight until one of us can't fight anymore, or if one of us are tossed out of the ring. Although I hope you won't go easy on me because I'm a girl." If he agrees with this she would slip into her previous martial art stance, eyes focused on Marque's body, arms, and especially his legs. She would have cold calculating eyes at the moment awaiting her opponents move. She would have a nice firm loose stance, so that she may dodge attacks more if needed. Seeing this is a male opponent, a fight of brawn is not in her favor. She will try to dodge every attack thrown at her, and will launch counter attacks when the time is right. She although is questioning how he found her in the first place. Coincidence?, was he following her?, or does he have some sort of skill that allowed him to find her? Whatever it is, she would put those thoughts aside, as all she cares about at the moment is the opponent in front of her. She would be ready for combat against Marque, as a small smirk would form on the edges of her lips.

[Dandead10]

Seeing that Marque seems not to have arrived, she would be confused on where he dissapeared to. She would sigh seeing that Marque seems to have just left her out of the blue. She would hold her forehead with her left hand as she would start to walk to the cafeteria. She hasn't eaten at all today, so she hopes to get something to eat. "Kuso! What a turn down. I was looking foward to having an actual partner to train with. I suppose not." She would walk past the training area, and she would cycle down the hall of dorms. She would eventually make it to the cafeteria as she would enter to hear the sounds of pots clanging and food frying. The smell would be tantalizing to her nose as she would feel her mouth salivate.

She would get herself a nice fried mackerel with a small side salad. She would grab a pair of chopsticks from a small cylinder container as she would snap them. "Idatakimasu!" She would start to eat this fish as she would eat the salad inbetween. It isn't the best meal she has ever had, but seeing she hasn't eaten at all she would enjoy the taste. It would be rather noisy right now as there are several marines talking while conversing amongst themselves. She would quickly eat as she would put the dishes in a black container where several other dishes are piled up.
Since she can't train with anyone at the moment, she thinks about getting some sleep for her new assignment tomorrow. "Hmm...not much to do, and I don't feel like doing menial things...what to do?" She would walk out the double oak wood doors of the cafeteria as she walks towards her room. She would open it with her key as she would shut it not even bothering to lock the door.

She would sit down on her cot as she would look up at the ceiling boredly. Desperate for something to do, she would slide her katana out of her scabbard. She would look at the blade and how it shines in the daylight. She would take out a rag that she uses to clean her weapon, as she would begin to shine the weapon and it's sharp edge. "Maybe I need something interesting to do; but what? Maybe I should go explore around the city? No...I should go to my officer and get something to do." She would slide her blade back into the scabbard as she would stand. She would walk back out her door as she would wander looking for someone to give her an order. Anything to divert her attention from the rest of the world. Everything is just so boring right now. As she happens to find an Ensign nearby in a hallway she opens her mouth just to be interrupted. She would hear the three most fearsome words yet in her career so far as a seaman recruit. "Clean the Floors."