"Blackbird" Emile Reivelt

[Dandead10]

As her commander had been highly disoriented from her literall low blow, Senshi had seen him stagger as his eyes widened and then nearly shut over and over. Odayakama Senshi had not brought her weapons with her as they are currently on the other side of the ship. Senshi had seen the man reach out for something as it seems he can barely walk. Senshi had clenched her hands as she focused to herself. "Lead Creation." Suddenly, black liquid had left her hands as it made the shape of something extremely simple; a pair of pipes.

Senshi had felt amazing at weilding such powers, and had spun the pipes in her hands experimenting how they feel. They felt heavy as she saw her superior had grabbed his mace; a threatening weapon. Senshi had then kept careful eyes on her opponent as she saw him swoove around, heavily weakened it seemed. Odayakama Senshi had saw him prepare to swing his mace, but then he had seemingly twisted planning on striking her from the flank. It was then that Senshi had prepared for her captain's attack.

Senshi instead of being a fool and taking the attack, had leapt back; constantly creating distance. She had attempted to dodge the mace strike by leaping back. If that were to fail, she would strike back with her lead pipes to protect herself. Senshi had discovered she must use her powers creatively and skillfully. If she successfully dodged, she would dash at him aiming to strike his left leg with her pipe to make him fall onto onto his knees; completely at her mercy. She is not a joke to be laughed at. A cool breeze would blow as the night stars illuminated the sky.

[❰ Misha ❱]

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"Blackbird" Emile Reivelt

He felt like everything in his body was reacting sluggishly; his legs caused him pain whenever he tried to move in a certain way and the mace in his right hand felt heavy to grasp. He had the urge to cross his legs from the pain, but he resisted with all the power he had. Even twisting his body properly to execute the feint caused him a sharp spike of pain in his lower abdomen. The girl, seemingly forced into a corner, had brought out her newly-acquired fruit power. Moving purely on instinct and anger alone, he wasn't exactly focusing on the girl's weapons and...

'bang!!'

Emile felt only the sweep toward his feet that completely cut off his flanking assault. With no clue what had happened, Emile fell backward and slammed his head into the corner of the ship. There was a light 'oomph' and his head bounced off the corner inches away from the two of them. He felt a red hot throbbing in the posterior to his cranium as the breath in his lungs was quite forcefully driven away and he gasped once from the shock. His limbs drooped down to the wooden floor, useless and now at Senshi's mercy. His cobalt uniform was stained with sweat and the breeze bequeathed a sweet bit of relief.

In the last few moments before slipping away; Emile saw Senshi a foot away with her hair billowing slightly from the breeze and quickening footsteps approaching them before fading away into an unconscious sleep.

"Speech Here"

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[Dandead10]

Odayakama Senshi had glared at the man in front of her, laying on the ground completely at her mercy. Odayakama Senshi had spun her pipes as she had clenched them hard. She has to make an important decision on what she will do to this man she called superior. Will she report him, keep it confidential, or something else? Senshi would sigh as she thinks to herself wondering what would be the right thing to do. This man wanted to violate her, but she must first think about the wrong she had done. Senshi had realized first of all, the man had been put under great stress. Second, he had found out that she had stolen and also witheld information. Third and finally, she realized that she had probably pestered him, or gotten on his nerves in some way.

Senshi had seen the man's slowly bleeding nose and as the wind blew; she came to a decision. Odayakama Senshi had taken a handkerchief from her pocket and had held it to the man's nose. She had decided that as her Lawful Neutral nature, she would keep what happened here quiet. Senshi had spit the taste of the man's saliva from her mouth. She had dropped her pipes onto the deck of the ship quietly as she had then slowly stood the man up to take to the infirmary. Odayakama Senshi doesn't know if she is making the right decision, but she would support the man on her shoulder. Her marine comrades had ran to her and had asked what happened. "It's OK, our superior is just too tired right now. He passed out and hit his face, so I'm taking him to an infirmary. Go back to sleep everybody, everything is alright." The other marines looked at her oddly before drowsily walking with her to the lower decks.

Senshi had walked the man slowly having plugged his bleeding nostrils with her hankie. She had then walked him down the main deck quietly heading for the small treatment room in which several marines are unconscious on cots. Senshi had run a quick diagnostic, and had found that he seems mostly alright, although her superior may be sore in the morning. She had opened his mouth with her left hand, pouring in some sort of nausea cure she had concocted. She had then forced him to drink as she had placed him on a spare cot. Odayakama Senshi had went up and delivered his weapons next to his sleeping figure before heading to sleep with the others. Senshi had enough violence for one day as she had retied her hair, placing her almost forgotten cap onto her head.

[❰ Misha ❱]

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"Blackbird" Emile Reivelt

He didn't know how long he had laid unconscious before everything came rushing back like a flood gate opening. When he first regained thought, he realized at first that he wasn't in a jail cell or in handcuffs. The next important thing to come to mind was the immediate throbbing and dots swimming and floating over his vision like tiny bugs that weren't really there. He heaved air throughout his throat, eyes staring blankly at the floor beneath him while his he recollected his bearings and memories.

He felt a comfortable warmth spreading throughout his chest with each burst of relief he received in the form of fresh air. It was pleasurable to just take deep breaths, but than the blackout he had faded and his mind slowly began to reset and he very quickly recalled the emotions and events from before. Reliving the phantoms of emotion, anger, and regret in a darkened, moonlit room wasn't an extremely pleasant experience to say the least. There wasn't trepidation or despair at his actions, but Emile forced himself to accept the images thrust upon him. He had given into that moment of weakness and so maybe that was to be his own punishment. He was nonetheless uncomfortable recalling the tasty sensation of Senshi's lips and all the inappropriate thoughts that had run through his mind at that one moment. He widened his eyes while licking his lips for the leftover taste unconsciously.

'Yes'

He was the villain here and unacceptably had done something that wasn't in keeping with who he was as a person. He realized: What good would come from a Marine who had done something so unjust? There was only course of action he was willing to give to himself: acceptance. He owed it to Senshi now as the onset of humility was swift and relentless. Reservations had to be pushed to the back of his mind though as he pulled himself off the bed to realize that he was in the small room, bordered not far away by a few other Marines who were also boarding along with him and were fast asleep. His cobalt blue outfit was stained from sweat and the dry heaving he had been doing over the past few minutes. He stood up and stretched his muscles for a moment, reaching his arms out over his head and bending off to the side to scratch the itching and stiffness in his back. He moved his legs up and down, taking a wide, but quiet, march around the room in his bare feet after removing his shoes.

Once he was feeling a little better, Emile found himself pondering and sitting up against the back corner of the small bunker with his brain wondering what was to happen next. If Senshi had told others about what had happened, he would probably be in chains right now. Without those, it was certain that it was still secret, but he had no clue what was in store once they reached Loguetown. He could end up court-martialed if Senshi decided only to tell the higher ups and keep this quiet. There was no reason to speculate over what the girl had in mind. All he knew was that he planned to take his lumps, whatever they may be. His fingers twisted into a pretzel shape and he wore a very forlorn expression.

"It seems to me like, in the end, I'm the pitiful one." he uttered morosely to himself before he pulled off his clothes and got into a plain t-shirt from his belongings bag before slipping back into what was sure to bode ill for a night's sleep.

Loguetown

He wouldn't have long to rest because the ship pulled into the harbor just 3 hours later after the current in the sea had delayed them. Emile, dressed in a similar version of his normal Marine outfit with a white version of the shoulder garb, stepped off and started to walk gracefully down the ramparts. As he came out earlier, he had made the decision to keep his distance from the red-headed girl, partly out of a bit of anxiety that still dogged him from the night before. He knew he what was coming next and had to stand at ready for it.

"Speech Here"

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[Dandead10]

Odayakama Senshi had been unable to sleep as she has reflected on what happened, and also had practiced shaping tiny bits of lead on her hands into various shapes. She can't seem to make anything to complex just yet, but it's something to take her mind off of things. She had sighed as she turned over in her cot feeling exasperated. She had felt so calm, but also so bothered by the events that happened. She is trying to get more and more used to her power that she now holds, and therefore for nearly three hours she distracted herself with this task. She had made a bullet, a nail, a crude needle, and more as she had used her imagination.

Eventually, she had been informed that land had been close, and so she had stood in her still extremely dirty clothes. Senshi had marched consecutively with her marine comrades recognizing her commander wearing somethin akin to the marine uniforms. Senshi had avoided looking at the man, but then had solidified her resolve. She had decided to forgive the man and so she would not hold any grudges for what almost happened the previous night. Senshi will inform nobody of what happened, and will allow her superior to question himself why that is. Senshi knows that she won't regret what her choice of action is. Senshi had felt her lead sink back into her palm as she would stand at attention. It is time to report the mission success and speak to the higher ups about the details.

Several marines had begun to drag the imprisoned pirates one by one in a line to their new prison cells. The captain who had happened to have seen Senshi had frowned as he was pushed in the back by a marine. "Keep moving forward pirate." Senshi had watched the prisoners be marched away, and she had felt pride at being partly responsible for this. It was then that she was sent back to earth from her psyche as she and the other crew members had went into the marine base location. The navy ship was docked and already scheduled for repairs. It seems the base is more higher staffed compared to the other day. Several marine ensigns and such have returned and are now walking back and forth. It seems that if Senshi does decide to inform the hierarchy of what had occurred, it will be very well judgement day for Emile. The cool night begins to fade as morning shall arrive shortly. The young teenager only seventeen years old had learned one of the hardest lessons, forgiveness. It was then that Senshi began to head closer to Emile with a simple "Kunichiwa Jun'in."

[❰ Misha ❱]

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"Blackbird" Emile Reivelt

He had come out with the intention of expressing his most heartfelt apology towards the younger recruit whom he had wronged. His earnest self wanted to smooth everything over with the promises that he would feel better afterwards, but he resisted. Focusing while remaining detached from his surroundings as needed, lining up with the other recruits by the sea. Tasting the salted winds that blew over them, all he could think of was the dilemma and inner quandary he was now stuck in.

A part of him was still reviled by his own actions and the temptation to repent for them was enormous. Deep inside, Emile knew though that it would haunt him regardless of whether or not he apologized and even bringing them up might even just cause more pain. His lips shut and his expression was happy, even though he hoped it didn't look forced.

"Warrant Officer Emile Reivelt reporting back with prisoners sir!" he stated aloud as his superiors came out to inspect the haul they had brought back.

In time, perhaps it would fade and he would go on living as he was. It was only one occasion after all he reasoned, though he would best beware of his temperament getting the better of him in the future. Senshi too would have to explain the loss of the Devil Fruit to others who asked the question. He was insistent though on keeping his own lips sealed on the matter for fear of bringing up a discussion he didn't want to have.

As he walked down the sunlit ramparts, eyes gazing over beautiful homes and pristine trees, he couldn't help licking his lips again for that same taste of ecstasy that was still swarming over his tongue. The excitement and thrill that came with the bliss of anger. It was an evil sensation that both chilled and warmed him slightly before it was suppressed and he was back to his own thoughts again. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the red-headed girl as she too addressed their superiors and then started to walk away. He almost paused and sorely would've liked to turn away and plead for forgiveness, but than it disappeared and he kept walking.

Next thing he knew, he was whistling a jolly tune and heading down to the gates. Yes, he was definitely pitiful.

"Speech Here"

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