Post by Konaa on Jan 22, 2018 19:08:11 GMT -5
Seriously? This is just typical. I'm always the one who gets stuck with the troublemakers....
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It was an awkward time to be a Marine.
Maybe not for most of them, who enlisted either out of a sense of moral obligation, or to obtain social status to then abuse. But for the few who fell into a very strange gap between those two groups, those precious few who honestly had no strong feelings on any of this one way or another...
The New Era had made things, to say the least, complicated. Every day, the gateway to the Grand Line in East Blue, Loguetown, had at least some sort of incident. Either pirates at the door, pirates in the streets, or pirates slipping past. They were galvanized and ready to go. And the Marines were all the more determined to stop them for it.
Leaving Konaa smack dab in the middle, wishing that everyone would just settle the hell down for five minutes.
Here he strode, down through Loguetown's marketplace streets, slouched posture and half-lidded eyes giving a less than alert impression. While normally they'd be packed with shoppers local and foreign, most people were keeping a low profile this late in the day. He passed the reason why, briefly slowing down to look over a cracked wooden shopfront. Just a few hours earlier, a massive, burly man about nine feet tall started rampaging with a few of his pals in the center of the stalls, apparently feeling ripped off by some merchant's deal.
Konaa'd seen what they had stocked in these shops - the places geared toward faulty pirating gear, taking full advantage of the crime wave. It had always been like that with Loguetown's historical value, but the so-called New Era had made it worse than ever. Here was the peddler in particular, shouting orders at his employees working to repair the place. A quiet look of intense disdain crossed Konaa's face before he continued on. Slimy bunch. You didn't have to break the law to be a crook at heart...
See, there was another problem. What was with all these flashes of contempt, all because he'd run into something ugly? It wasn't like him at all to get so worked up. He'd better not be catching the damn Justice bug from all his 'comrades...'
Glowering, in a worse mood than usual (somehow), Konaa wound his way down the paved stone roads, passing now into the great square where that infamous platform had stood...