Post by BlacKitten on Aug 18, 2020 22:38:30 GMT -5
Pluto - 1Grove 10 – Lawless AreaLaughter traveled far beyond the walls of a shabby, yet lively pub. Mixed into the sound were gulping of beer, mugs slamming against wood, chattering, hiccups, and metal scraping against plates. Criminals and outlaws saw around round tables, most were men ranging between late twenties and sixties. Even as a boy, younger than the rest, entered inside, none paid him any attention.
A black-haired youth with violet eyes scanning his surroundings while standing idly at the center of the room, he was looking for someone. In his right hand was a stack of sandy-colored papers – bounty posters.
Just a few tables down to his left, a whitish-grey-haired man with circularly framed glasses sat with two other men. What placed him apart from the rest was his white-clean lab coat, pale greyish skin, and dull narrow eyes which appeared bored yet content. The unbuttoned coat revealed a dark brown shirt; he also wore a dark pair of dull pants and shoes. He was tall, lanky, and perhaps younger than a first glance. Had his hair been any other color, he might have appeared to be in his early thirties.
“Um…,” A black-haired boy stood awkwardly to his flank while holding up a pile of bounty posters with the front one revealing a portrait of the man before him. “Are you Hendrik Shipman?” said the youngster with a blank, naïve stare.
“Huh?” The man in question scrutinized the kid’s body, eyeing him up and down as if trying to size him up. He gathered that this one appeared no older than twenty years old, wore very clean and simple, dark clothing with a cloak draped around him. “So, what if I am? Are you playing bounty hunter or something?” At first gander, the boy speaking to him simply looked like a lost kid, looking for directions, but the fact that he was holding a bounty poster suggested a different motive.
The youth gazed towards the ceiling, pensively wrestling with that question. “Hmm…, I don’t really consider myself a bounty hunter, but I guess your bounty could be useful to go shopping later on the day.”
“Mm?” The man blinked before furrowing his brows before a smile cracked on his lips which soon turned into an unrestrained laughter. “Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!” His two companions at his table cracked up at the joke too, laughing along with him. Upon regaining his composure, his tone grew condescending, “What an amusing thing to say. I guess you are not a bounty hunter after all. You do realize how big my bounty is, right?”Hendrik Shipman, Dr. Death
Bounty: 81, 000, 000 Beri
“Hmm…,” the boy hummed before flipping through other bounty posters to gauge at the other bounties for comparison. “Isn’t it a bit average? There are many posters with bounties around this level.”
Hendrik looked to his drink, stirring the ice around the golden-brown fluid with a faint layer of foam on top. “I suppose you’re right - there are many big named pirates converging onto this island. But all that means is that there are plenty of dangerous folks including myself, kid.”
“Hmm…,” the boy crossed his arms and tilted his head as if he were in a predicament. “You are certainly too strong for my little sister to handle. That much is for sure.”
“Sister?” Hendrik rose an eyebrow, puzzled by what the boy was talking about. He couldn’t tell if this was all a prank or not.Later…
“Ugh…, my head…,” Hendrik grumbled as he grasped his temple with a hand before widening his eyes at the sensation of sunlight beaming onto his face and his body being dragged across pavement by the back of his collar. “Huh?” Throwing his head around, he saw a vaguely familiar boy nonchalantly scraping him along.
“Oh…, you woke up sooner than I expected,” the boy blinked in mild surprise.
“W-What… did you do to me?” the wanted criminal rubbed his throbbing head as if he had been recently rattled by an invisible force. The influence of alcohol slowed his mind and dulled the pain just a bit, but as he tried to recollect his memories, there was a strange void. He remembered wanting to take another sip of his drink back at the bar, and he remembered opening his eyes just now. Everything in between was a complete mystery. How did he fall unconscious?
“Nothing special. I just hit you in the head,” the boy explained in simple terms.
“What?” Hendrik recalled no such thing, but the throbbing pain in his skull told a different tale. Was this kid insinuating that he was knocked unconscious without even realizing it? Maybe he really did have too much to drink.
A young girl’s voice called out in alacrity, “Pluto!” Light footsteps raced towards them as a dark-haired girl with violet eyes came up and tackle hugged her older brother. She wore a sleeveless light-blue top, indigo shorts, and brown sandals. Following behind her was a taller and older girl who appeared to be just around the same age as Pluto. Long black hair, golden eyes, a pure white dress of silk with oriental designs of gold and red, she carried a long white spear held diagonally across her back with the spearhead pointed down. Her innocent gaze curiously aimed towards the lanky scientist-looking man. “Who’s that?” asked Ara.
“Eh,” the boy shifted his eyes towards the bounty posters in his hand, “I forget. What was his name again?”
A shadow loomed behind him, towering over. The glare of glasses hid the intent of the eyes. Lanky arms reached around with each hand holding a pristine Liston knife, ready to delicately slice through tender flesh. A blood lusting aura creeped out from Hendrik Shipman who slipped out of the boy’s grasp. He was renown as Dr. Death, an ex-doctor who lost his right to legally operate on any patient due to his sadistic crimes of dissecting his patients. Morbid curiosity drove him to madness; he knew every single weakness of the human anatomy. With his precise cuts, he could end a fight instantly. Unlike swordsmen who focused on powerful, swift slashes, he dedicated his refined skills into precision on where to cut. Arteries, ligaments, organs, his collective experience of inhumane experimentations of live human test subjects had granted him a forbidden wealth of knowledge.
Two tender, young girls. One naïve-looking boy with his back turned towards him. This looked like easy picking if he ever seen one.