Trouble in Tourist Town! Paradise's Paradise Under Siege!

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^{Aluco #13}

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The words that spilled from ‘Doc’ still didn’t seem all that untoward from Aluco’s perspective, the young MCPO still caught up in the misidentification of the man’s loss. Everything seemed to be going according to plan as she nodded and closed her eyes, obliging what she believed to be a mourning man’s humble request. But even then, something was wrong. A strange feeling, unsettling and gradually welling up inside of her, warning her of the sudden start to come.

^{“Now…,” he said:
“You may feel a pinch…”}

“Atchoo!” An abrupt lurch of the bumbling brunette’s upper body sent her forwards and down with enough speed to completely dodge the swinging syringe as she took a moment to gather herself. “Excuse me! I must’ve inhaled some dust or something,” she sniffled, straightening up again now with amber orbs open and taking in the strange sight of a man processing unlikely events. Well, at least the strange feeling was gone, relieved by forceful expulsion of air. Miss Striggs blinked.

“Sir,” she asked, pointing at the man with a curious index. “What are you doing…?” For a moment, the Marine simply stared, expecting an answer of some kind to come, but in a moment of surprising mental clarity for the owlet, sudden realisation swept over her. “Wait. Were you trying to stab me with that?! Sir,” Aluco announced with equal parts authority and empathy in her tone, “I understand you’re going through hard times, but aggression isn’t the way.” Unusually controlled, she stepped forward calmly, reaching to grip the wrist of Doc’s attacking arm…

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{Post Synopsis:—}
_{Aluco awakens the power of accidental luck as Doc tries to exploit her idiocy.}

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Striggs Aluco | #191970
Anthony Wallace | #355063
Suriko Miyami | #df8f02
Butterby [NPC] | #ffc255
Doc [NPC] | #afddd4
Some Guy #1 [NPC] | #6cdf83
Some Guy #2 [NPC] | #b66cdf

[The Prettiest Squish]

In the cold, silent aftermath of his thoughtless slaughter, the Ensign waxed poetic like an eloquent killer would. Yet the response following his threat did not garner the reaction he anticipated. No, it definitely did not resemble anything he expected.

"Hehe..Hehehe. HAHAHA! What did he just say?" 

"You boys heard that right?"

"Did he think that sounded cool or something? Bahahaha!!"

Wallace blinked repeatedly. The still air soon rumbled with the raucous cacophony of laughter. Men who had just seconds prior nearly soiled their pants were now cackling amongst themselves as drunkards do at the dawn of the new year. All in all these circumstances were...unique to say the least. From the front of the lobby, even the two commanders of the boxing legion joined in on the amusement,

"You're locked in here with me, ooh we're so scared!!"

The crowd of pirates laughed, hooted, hollered and roared at his expense. All while they indulged in the absurdity of the shadow's strange monologue, however, they failed to see just how much more dire the situation had grown for them. If one of them had happened to glance at the inkblot intruder, they would have seen a most sinister sight. 

Without a word, he oozed and melted pure darkness from his body. Halfway down his clad forearm, the semblances of cloth faded into an ebony substance devoid of all light. The man at the center of all laughter did not smile, he only looked back with disgust. "Pirates...Foolish, irreverent scum. You dare to mock me? Though I am bound by mercy's chains to spare your lives, no such grace exists that will guard me from your agony!!" With his declaration of war, the room suddenly grew silent and dazed. It was time to get to work. Wallace rose his torrential black arms before they exploded into countless tendrils teeming in every single direction. As they moved, each tentacle shot through the lightbulbs illuminating the room thus casting the lobby in perpetual darkness. As he shattered each glass orb of light, panicked grunts overcame the mob.

"W-What the hell?"

"H-Hey! Somebody stop him!!"

But the deed had been done. No light, no hope of escape from his darkness persisted except for the glass doors leading outside. But even that glimmer of safety would soon vanish as the man in black dashed past the blind and confused crowd until finally landing at the front of the building. The commanders gasped. "Huh? What the hell is he planning to-"

Not another word was spoken when the pitch-black painter revealed his true intention. Using the last of his ink, Wallace swept his raven wings across the doors and windows until every ray of sunshine from the world outside hid behind his curtain of midnight. Now, his words earlier finally rang true. The man turned around and unveiled his mask. He had no need for such cover now. For in the pure, utter blackness, no one could see him. No one was safe.

The sounds of knives unsheathing filled the silent air with a cruel hum.