Post by Roin on May 4, 2016 20:16:15 GMT -5
The figure stirring was the same man, his eyes gently opening from where he remained. The last thing he remembered was running from Marines and getting shot... and as he moved his hand to his chest and felt the bandages, it was only a dead giveaway that it wasn't any dream but a reality. There had been others... a girl, a man, and a Fishman. A moppy head of black hair gently shook as he peered about the quarters he'd awoke in. The bed he was in was low to the ground, the mattress comfy enough to have been his own... but the room was different. The window's blind were drawn shut, the light slipping into the room indicating it was daytime... but the room's wooden walls and wood-tiled floor were barren of decoration.
Shifting slightly to test the bandages as well as the limits the wounds placed, LEgix found something missing. There was no pain... which meant that the wounds had likely healed. Carefully shifting, his footing shaky, eyes turned toward the only source of light in the room. There was a door in the room, but he had to see where he was. With unsteady footfalls, he moved all the way to the blinds before opening them wide. Light cast itself in and blinded the shipwright temporarily, but squinting through it allowed him to see only mere moments later. Glare fading, the middle child of the Morre family grew pale and still at the sight of the very town he'd grown up in. Lyneel was a large country... but to end up back in his hometown after he'd been wounded?
"That devil fruit... the others... was i~-... that part at least wa~s... how di~d I end up back in the Nor~~~th Blue?"
"I saved you and brought you here.
Turning fully around on the spot and bringing his hands up in mimicry of the style his mother had only briefly touched on during his youth. But as his open palms were raised, a single moved out and stopped just in-front of his face, the force of the punch washing a gust along his face and forcing Legix to stumble back in momentary fear, bumping into the wall and window with two audible thuds and widened eyes. It wasn't a surprise to those who knew of his upbringing, where a fist was a sign of murderous intent... but the man's eyes went from the fist to the large man who it belonged to.
Standing at just about the height of the high-ceiling, the man's red-brown locks visibly hung in wild spikes toward his shoulders. His attire and clothing was hidden underneath a black cloak that had grown to be the "fugitive's common clothes"... but the fist that was extended was wrapped heavily in grip tape. Whoever the man was, Legix quickly assessed, the fist that had given a gust with such a slight motion could have likely killed or severely injured him.
"Your instincts are good... I guess you've figured it out that I don't want to hurt you. Your wounds only just finished healing... and my old man couldn't hold your mother back if I were to actually hurt you. That's one woman I'd rather not annoy..."
"... W-Wait... my mother? How do you-"
"Shut up, kid... jeez. Don't be so quick to get confused. Just know that you're safe... there's a carnival in town and your Master is there. The Marines aren't looking for you, I made sure to slip their minor criminal in unnoticed... but there's a vessel that you're going to take."
Legix remained stationary, looking toward the man for only the slightest of moments, the fist lowering as he stood up straight and pulled away from the wall. This man had saved him and his Master was waiting for him? And a vessel to top it all off? What sort of-
"Don't think hard on it. Your instincts are a better guide. I left your naginata in the other room. I got a bit queasy holding it, but it certainly looked cool. I want you to show me what else you're able to make by the time I see you again."
"Wait!"
Legix's eyes had snapped open, reaching a hand out and directly onto the chest of a woman who had been dancing for a crowd. Gasps from women, chuckles and whistles from men, and the woman's yell came all before she delivered a brutal slap to the man's face. A chuckle came beside him as an old man grabbed him by the shoulders and began to usher him out of the small crowd.
"Eh... Legix, you sure you're feeling alright? You keep zoning out. I know she had a nice body and all, that dancer, but you shouldn't be-"
"Ma~ster, it's no~t like that! I just... keep thinking about wha~t that man said earlier. Master Yor~ick, I need to... know... more."
The shipwright, with his normal clothes, had certainly done quiet well to blend into the group of people from Lyneel. The change in voice from his Devil Fruit along with a wide-brimmed hat ensured that even if someone in town saw him they'd not get a good enough look to recognize him. But Yorick was giving Legix quite the sign after what had happened, the pride in the old man's amusement visible in an all-too-painful way. Sighing and looking toward the dock-end that made up his hometown's town-square, the Working Man cast his gaze on the vessel that Yorick had "prepared for him". The carnival had rode in using an old vessel known as the White Slider, one of the first ships Legix ever worked on. Perhaps it was fate, his birthmark hidden underneath along with the two scars where he had been shot, that he would be given this ship. The people who had helped him were gone in some distant Blue... but the shipwright had to find out about the man who saved him. Yorick had refused to say a word the last hour he had been wandering the festival... and with the bustle keeping the streets fairly active it seemed the man wasn't willing to tell the recovered Morre who the large savior might be.
The distant sight of Marine vessels heading toward the island made it clear what Legix would need to do... and as the man moved away from Yorick and drew the man's concerned gaze, his hand went back to grab hold of his signature weapon. Pressing the button along the hand-crafted weapon's shaft to disable the "safety" mode, the gourd-shaped blade known as Hyōtan slid and locked itself into place. The ship's boarding ramp was still down, most of the carnival's staff no longer on board as the Singing Human walked up the wooden slope. Stepping onto the deck and bringing the butt of the naginata's shaft down onto the deck gently, gaining the attention from the two men and four women on the ship... the man said something that he'd never imagined would come from his lips.
"My~ name is Legix... and thi~s is my shi~p so you be~tter get hoppin'!"
That's right. With the carnival going on behind him, the cheerful laughs of the townspeople and the chatter of the businessmen and women who had brought the festivities to the small town of Lyneel, Legix was going to take the ship for himself. And as the women paled and drew back, the two men stood up straight and leaned forward slightly as they drew knives from their belts. The man who had been shy of getting involved and of accepting his piracy was gone... the truth was that the shipwright had to accept his status. While his mother would be furious, the man who'd saved him was somwehre out there. Raising the naginata overhead and giving it three twirls, the man strode two steps forward before sliding his left foot back and halting the weapon with it angled toward his opponents. Bringing the weapon down and toward his waist, Legix carefully angled the tip of the strange-shaped blade to face upward. It was a defensive stance, devised with the hope of striking at foes and taking on foes unwillingly. There was no way of ensuring he was alone on the ship if he defeated these men and forced the women off... but with luck whoever was on-board wouldn't notice until he'd hijacked the vessel![/font][/ul]