Post by condor on Jan 19, 2020 0:44:14 GMT -5
Ilbe Straits had been waiting on the top of the Loguetown market for hours on end. Up from that vantage point, he'd watched afternoon fade into late evening. The streets now were only ripe for those too oblivious of the danger about them, or willing to contribute to it. A fancily dressed young pair walked giddily under his gaze. Even under orange torches and a half moon's light, their clothes shone bright. Like a lure at the end of his line, Ilbe followed the pair with a patient eye.
He'd played this gambit a few times during his stay at Loguetown, all to varying degrees of success. Whether it was their clothes or Ilbe's luck, his rich socialites soon attracted a scowling, hunched over figure of a man. Contempt and envy ran their natural course, and the socialites were quickly the targets of an assault. A pistol was leveled at the couple and a distant threat could be heard even from Ilbe's point of view.
Their evening stopped in its tracks, Ilbe took a moment to level his bow, drawing back both the bowstring and a deep breath in concentration. The young man let the arrow fly, and it struck its mark with ease, tearing through the mugger's thigh with a small splash of blood sure to stain a young lady's dress.
The criminal's cry struck further fear into the affluent socialites, but they were frozen in place, unsure of where the next arrow would land. Ilbe himself landed, walking calmly towards the trio, each possessed of their own terror. Ilbe nodded his head, "You two can leave, so long as you say 'thank you.'"
No such thanks was offered, and the two of them sprinted off in silent fear, disappearing to continue the story somewhere else in the night. "How rude..." Ilbe complained, kneeling down next to the prone robber, tears welling up in his eyes. "Now then, what were you gonna do with some poor girl's jewelry?" Ilbe asked. "Maybe we can coordinate some medical attention if you tell me about what kind of fences reside here in Loguetown."
A brief interrogation yielded Ilbe exactly for what he'd been searching. The other criminal merchants and traders he'd shook down had been small town, but his new friend with the limp had been very expressive about a big player on the island.
Ilbe arrived at his second stop of the night. A grand, old library, closed to the public since eight o'clock had an unusual number of visitors. Guards disguised as passers by patrolled each entrance at obvious intervals, and a suspicious amount of lights illuminated activities inside the building. Ilbe took careful note of the entire scene from atop another lookout. Originally, he was across the street on what smelled like a deli, but upon seeing a much cooler lookout, he traversed between the buildings to alight upon a monstrous, gothic gargoyle protruding from a very lively hotel.
Now... to figure out a plan to find his way into the library, and hopefully towards his prey.
Several stories below and a few blocks away, a bounty board's posters were ruffled by a random breeze through an alley. One poster had been snatched away, stuck roughly inside Ilbe's pocket.
"Beach Raider" Allosan M'Root
He'd played this gambit a few times during his stay at Loguetown, all to varying degrees of success. Whether it was their clothes or Ilbe's luck, his rich socialites soon attracted a scowling, hunched over figure of a man. Contempt and envy ran their natural course, and the socialites were quickly the targets of an assault. A pistol was leveled at the couple and a distant threat could be heard even from Ilbe's point of view.
Their evening stopped in its tracks, Ilbe took a moment to level his bow, drawing back both the bowstring and a deep breath in concentration. The young man let the arrow fly, and it struck its mark with ease, tearing through the mugger's thigh with a small splash of blood sure to stain a young lady's dress.
The criminal's cry struck further fear into the affluent socialites, but they were frozen in place, unsure of where the next arrow would land. Ilbe himself landed, walking calmly towards the trio, each possessed of their own terror. Ilbe nodded his head, "You two can leave, so long as you say 'thank you.'"
No such thanks was offered, and the two of them sprinted off in silent fear, disappearing to continue the story somewhere else in the night. "How rude..." Ilbe complained, kneeling down next to the prone robber, tears welling up in his eyes. "Now then, what were you gonna do with some poor girl's jewelry?" Ilbe asked. "Maybe we can coordinate some medical attention if you tell me about what kind of fences reside here in Loguetown."
A brief interrogation yielded Ilbe exactly for what he'd been searching. The other criminal merchants and traders he'd shook down had been small town, but his new friend with the limp had been very expressive about a big player on the island.
Ilbe arrived at his second stop of the night. A grand, old library, closed to the public since eight o'clock had an unusual number of visitors. Guards disguised as passers by patrolled each entrance at obvious intervals, and a suspicious amount of lights illuminated activities inside the building. Ilbe took careful note of the entire scene from atop another lookout. Originally, he was across the street on what smelled like a deli, but upon seeing a much cooler lookout, he traversed between the buildings to alight upon a monstrous, gothic gargoyle protruding from a very lively hotel.
Now... to figure out a plan to find his way into the library, and hopefully towards his prey.
Several stories below and a few blocks away, a bounty board's posters were ruffled by a random breeze through an alley. One poster had been snatched away, stuck roughly inside Ilbe's pocket.
{PORTAIT}
"Beach Raider" Allosan M'Root
Captain of the Beach Pirates
Bounty: 2,000,000 beli
WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE