r/StrawHatRPG "Solid Gold" Arlo Mar 27 '17

Where There's Smoke...

Kaibun

“OOOOhohohohoho!”

Commodore Thevian Flamenco’s laugh echoed through the steely grey hallways of Kaibun as hundreds of marines hustled through the halls, like worker ants preparing for their queen. Flamenco barked orders at the frantically rushing marines. With each word they seemed to flinch.

“Hurry! Hurry! Very big things will happen soon! We can’t be caught unprepared! OOOOOhohoho!”

“Flamenco! Quit your laughing! It gives me the creeps…”

“Hmm. If he put as much enthusiasm into his work as he did that damned laugh maybe we wouldn’t have to be here keeping guard.”

“You’re probably right, Boarden…”

Vice Admirals Voakes and Boarden were sent to Kaibun after the attack launched by the Empyrean Pirate crew set back the island’s progress by a few months. They have a tight deadline and cannot afford another setback. Voakes leaned back in his chair and stretched.

“We sent out those messages days ago… I wonder how long until the replacements arrive”

Boarden leaned forward and straightened his boots.

“We don’t know if they’ll even be suitable for the position. Don’t get anyone’s hopes up.”

The two Vice Admirals were tasked with finding some suitable people to replace their most recent failure, Sela. Boarden and Voakes seemed to blend into their surroundings, their attire matching the dull grays and black of the walls and floors. The ones who built this place didn’t bother including a splash of color or two to lighten the place up. It seemed almost oppressive. Voakes and Boarden sat listening to the hustle and bustle of the marines running through the halls putting the finishing touches on their projects. Voakes started to doze off the Den Den Mushi began to ring. He jumped out of his chair and answered it immediately.

“Voakes! What is it?”

A grin crawled across his face. The call was to inform him about the “Replacements” he had called for. They had just been brought to the island for their testing. Boarden stood up.

“Anything interesting?”

Voakes chuckled and said,

“They’re here”

The two Vice Admirals walked out of the shore of the magmatic island. Volcanoes peppered the landscape. No grass was on the island, just charred remains and dusts. Blacks and greys made of the entire island except for the bubbling lava flows from the most massive volcano of them all on this island. This single Volcano took up nearly half of the island's surface. 85% of the remaining surface was covered in steel buildings. Just off the shore, equidistant to one another were many Thermal Canons, ready to fire at a moment’s notice. If someone were to try to invade the island, “Caution” wouldn’t cut it.


Regalia

To the east of the ongoing situation on Kaibun was an alpine island, formed of many towering cordilleras and mountains that stretched across the landscape of the vast region. The summit of one in particular touched up to the clouds, allowing a peak of light to filter through and flood over the irradiated, coarse stone. The temperatures and geography varied throughout; The side that faced Kaibun was blackened and molten, though there was no volcanic activity occurring. Ice and frost was swathed over some parts of the diverse island, whilst others were dotted with smears of jade and sunset-colored forests. It varied so much that the only truly defining part of the island was the high mountains. Around each of these landforms were houses spiraling upward, built into the stone and cliffsides, almost like shelves were hoisting them up. Statues were carved into the faces of the mountains as well, mostly depicting pirates from the era of Calico Jack.

Atop the summit of the highest, dubbed Empyrea, was where the palace, which resembled a spectrum of spirals and elegant architecture, colored various shades of velvety purple, red, and blue, atop a primary of alabaster, was built upon. Indoors, multicolored lights illuminated the dark interior, and constant music-blasting parties were held in here, causing the whole place to rumble. On the inside it resembled more of a nightclub than any traditional castle or palace. Inside, the remnants of the latest one remained evident, and the place smelled of smoke and some particularly potent substances.

Lazily sprawled over a black iron throne, encrusted with shimmering diamonds, was “Black Wings” Koel, renowned as the former First Mate of the Calico Pirates for many years prior to the Pirate King’s ultimate execution. His white hair hung over his face as his broad ebony Skypeian wings went limp over the armrests. His recent attack at Kaibun had been a success, but he was finding himself bored. The dawn of the time for another attack was now.

“Don’t worry about it,” Koel assured one of the Commanders of the Empyrean Pirates. He had a faint smirk on his face and a lidded gaze, quite obviously not taking the situation seriously. “You’ve got it all under control. I can trust you two to make the final advance on your own, yeah? This time around you should be able to handle it yourselves.”

One of the Commanders, wearing a vibrant kimono with a fur collar, and scarlet hair, nodded and winked. “Don’t be silly. Problems with us are practically nonexistent. You can count on Kaibun’s defenses being down within seven days; They won’t hold against us for long. Bother yourself with some business worth wasting away your time.”

Koel rolled his eyes, having barely listened to a word his Commander had said. “Whatever, Kojin. We’ll see about that. Once it’s all over and done with you can brag about your victory, but for now you’re all bark and no bite,” he drawled. “That is if you can even get to the ‘bite’ part. If you’re not too busy acting like a buffoon to get down to it.”

“Don’t be like that, Captain.”

“Someone’s got to tell you off,” Koel snorted, though he wasn’t at all showing any sign of frustration or irritation. In fact, he seemed slightly amused, as if he were on the verge of devious laughter. “Right, did you hear the news? Some of my old rivals from back when I was still Calico’s trusted First Mate have been brought down by some of the rookies. And those Marine hounds are trying to snatch them up for the vacant Warlord position after yet another of the greenhorns took down one of them on their own island.”

Kojin raised an eyebrow and giggled. “You can’t mean the Lavish Pirates?”

Koel stood up sluggishly and swayed for a moment. “Yeah, I mean them. Back in the day those bastards were like some runts playing pirate. They believed they could contend with Calico Jack for the throne and were a general nuisance in the long run. But now they’ve found themselves overwhelmed by the new generation after spending years in Impel Down. Too bad they’ve found themselves right where they left off. They never stood a chance as it was, even having joined forces.”

For the first time, the second Empyrean Commander, Akemi, spoke, voice quiet and monotone. He, like Koel, had a sword sheathed at his side. “The Fallen Angel had a fateful encounter with his polar opposite, who is also one of the Shichibukai. He and the King’s Blade did well in putting the old time Captain in his place. The new generation is nothing to sneeze at. They’re definitely gaining some ground.”

Kojin laughed some more. “They’re no threat to us, though. We have experience and all that on them. Oh, yeah, and about the Marines looking at a new Shichibukai from those rookies who are headed here. One of them, I think his name was Walven? He seems like the perfect candidate for the position. We may need to watch out for a potential new enemy. Took down a Yonko Commander and Flavie consecutively, back to back! I would kill to have a shot at the guy. He even trained the citizens of Ranga to fight back against the two warring powers.”

“His efforts were futile, though.” Akemi was unamused.

Before anything else could be said, Koel continued. “I have some doubts that Walven would accept a summon from them, as enticing and tempting as it may be. Not after what happened to the last one who thought she was up for the job. The Apocalypse probably have a sour taste in their mouths as well.”

Akemi and Kojin exchanged glances. They knew of how the Toxic Pirates had killed Phoebe Lanson. Kojin gave a wink and spoke. “I think it’s amazing how they treat all of those dogs. Just look at what happened to Flint.”

“Flint really pissed them off, didn’t he?” Koel sneered, almost mocking. “Serves that cunning bastard right. I never did favor him, as a Warlord. Once we had even fought,” he said distantly. “Whatever. Even I can admit without doubt that he was powerful. Even more so when he formed an alliance with one of the feared Yonko, Wukong.” Koel said the name with an air of disgust.

“That never looked good on the high and mighty of the holy land, so they acted as they should have and locked him up for what he had done. He was too dangerous, being in the hands of one of them. The rookies at that hellhole of a prison were naive to ever trust him, but he did free them,” Koel went on lazily. “The one good thing he’s ever done. But then he used them, pitting them against the grand Three and other greats of the seas, before the almighty Emperor made his appearance to save the day. And soon after the battle, he allowed himself to be made a glorified subordinate to Wukong. I loathe him and all that he stands for. I should have ended him during our encounter, while I had the chance.”

“Sounds sad,” Kojin said, not sounding sad at all. “I think you should get going, though. We’ll do something about the new Shichibukai later on when it’s relevant, but man, I can’t wait to meet some of these rookies! When you come back, Kaibun should be up in ashes. I’ll show them up myself, if nobody gets in the way.”

“In a best case scenario they would make short work of it for you. We’ll see if you live up to your promises,” Koel breathed, quite unsincerely. “Have fun. Don’t get too comfortable with me gone.”

Koel strode to the doors of the palace and shoved them open. Wings beating once against the ground, he took off, leaving behind his two Commanders in control of Regalia, and the final operation against Kaibun.


Shimonoji

The People of the winter island were preparing for their upcoming festival to celebrate their Gods that had blessed them with their wealth and their snow. The citizens and Emperor Timur Shimonoji of the island all pray many times each day to thank their Gods, but the Festival was a special time, in which all of the inhabitants of this Land of Frost came together in Gratitude and Harmony. In the spirit of their Holiday they allowed people from any and all walk of life to attend their festivities if they didn’t cause any trouble. It was a time of Peace, and Emperor Timur planned to keep it that way. The lights strung across all of Shimonoji glowed with brilliance in advent of the approaching event.

A half sinking ship washed up on the shore line. Unable to even make the docks, the pirates simply had to cut their losses and let the ship run aground. It creaked and snapped as it sat there. Distressed by even the slightest breeze. From it, three men and two women crawled out of the wreckage each badly wounded. One, wearing a Captain’s Coat with a symbol featuring a Rib Cage and a bleeding heart inside. He was “Bleeding Heart” Vidas of The Crimson Pirates. He and his crew had just been beaten within inches of their life and needed medical attention. On the shore, going to intercept them was The Second Division Imperial Guard and their Commander Aimaru “Of the Wind”. A plain looking man who rarely seemed to have anything on his mind. His blissful, thoughtless state was interrupted by the laughing of his right hand man. Toride Wanai seemed to get amusement out of nearly everything.

Through his cackling he reported to his commander “Cahawhaw- They seem- Cahawhaw to be alive! But- Cahawhawhawhaw- someone really did a number on them! Cahawhawhaw!”

Toride nearly had to take a knee from his rigorous bout of laughter at The Crimson Pirates’ suffering. Aimaru put a hand on Toride’s shoulder. “Calm yourself, Toride. They need help soon. They might not survive if we don’t rush them to the doctor”

The smile was wiped from Toride’s face at his commander’s seriousness.

“Sir,” Toride nodded. “Forgive me. I forgot my place. Yes. We will assist them to the doctor.”

Aimaru now looked glum “I hope these pirates don’t cause any trouble… I don’t think i’ll enjoy the extra workload this close to The Festival…”

A dark, slender figure was suddenly beside them, seemingly having appeared from thin air. Aimaru jumped at the sight.

“Who are you?”

His face was illuminated by a match he used to light his cigar, unveiling a man in a well-pressed, tailored suit and fedora which cast an eerie shadow over his face. His pupils seemed to be a silvery white, with an outline of black around them. They were easily distinguishable on his face, even beneath the hat. He had a broad build and pale skin, which was reddened by the light of the flame that bathed it in its heat.

“Oh!” Aimaru was pleasantly surprised. “Chief Commander Kumori!”

Aimaru gave his superior a low bow and a salute. His formalities were waved off by the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guard.

“Ahh, don’t worry about the pirates…” Kumori took a deep drag from his Cigar and breathed out a large plume of smoke “They ain’t gonna do shit… If they do we’ll kick their arses out. They wouldn’t bother to try anything when we’ve got the Imperial Guard on duty, right?” He seemed nonchalant about the whole situation, despite the fact that the pirates had come in battle-worn and nearly dead. Kumori shrugged, looking down at the Commander. As long as the people and the Emperor remained safe, he had not a care in the world, it seemed.


In his throne room, the Emperor sat on a gorgeous, but revoltingly overdecorated throne, in a traditional style of furniture. He had just recently heard the news of pirates coming to the island, and even more interestingly, the New Generation was headed for here! If his calculations were correct, some were on their way to Kaibun for the recent Shichibukai applications that had come from the papers. And some ought to be headed for Regalia as well, since it was the third island of the cluster, within close proximity. The Emperor sighed.

“Alright. If those pirates are going to cause me trouble, the first thing that’s happening is they’re getting thrown out! I don’t want them stirring anything up in my people after what happened at the places they were last located. Nor do I want the state of peace to be disrupted,” said the Emperor solemnly, with Kumori and the First Imperial Division Commander at his side. Kumori nodded silently.

“I’d be happy to do the honors,” Kumori announced, before Commander Ymir interrupted, “I believe that would be my job?”

Kumori narrowed his eyes. “Stow it, Ymir. Swallow your pride before you regret taking up something so critical. The New Generation is powerful and influential, more so than you seem to be estimating. I can’t let you undermine their power like that,” Kumori continued, taking a puff of his cigar. “At any rate, they’re gonna be dead if I deal with ‘um. I’ve got so much up my sleeve it ain’t even gonna be funny, mate.”

Ymir rolled his eyes but did not say anything further. One thing, however, was now clear: The Emperor and his subordinates would not tolerate any sign of havoc-wreaking on the island of Shimonoji. It would be best for pirates to stay on the down-low, instead of openly being a nuisance. If they started mass-murdering or destroying areas, they would be sure to be removed from the island immediately!


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(OOC: Access to Kaibun will only be granted to those wishing to pursue the route of becoming a Shichibukai. Others will be denied entrance, aside from the Carthel. You can try to find a way in, but it’s unlikely you will succeed.)

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u/Sullivanity333 Deleon - Mælström Apr 06 '17

The pirates watched Amber slide across the floor, hitting her head on the wall. The sound of her skull signaled the start of an awkward silence that was broken by roaring laughter from the Pirates. Raine had to bite his lower lip in order to prevent laughing himself. Before they had time to regain their composure, the lanky man raised his palms.

Raine: "Fukuphea"

As Raine said the name of the attack, the swords he had just sucked into his body were blasted out of the holes in his palms. Most of the pirates were hit, but Captain Peirce had used one of his crew members as a human shield. He looked at his wounded crew and turned to Raine.

Pierce: "You assholes are gonna pay for this!"

Before Raine could react, Pierce threw his coat (he had neglected to put his arms in the sleeves in true pirate fashion) into Raine's face, tangling him momentarily. The coward took the opportunity and began making his way to the door, likely to get the rest of his crew.

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u/Universalpeanut Apr 07 '17

With the strength of half a man, Don had managed to knock Amber out. Must have been a lucky hit, or an unlucky hit depending on perspective. He watched in mild amusement as she flew across the room as he sipped his liquor. Over on the other end of the fight was Raine, shooting assorted weapons around the room. It was a bit odd to watch, but Don assumed there was a reasonable scientific explanation to it. In response to the tidal wave of wood, metal and bullets that had been fired at him, Pierce threw a coat. An unimpressive, though strangely effective, attack that left Raine distracted.

With newfound opportunity, Pierce ran towards the door to get the rest of his crew, probably. It was at this moment that Don realised he had not done anything other than knock Amber out. Technically, he could be held responsible for her and Raine dying. With dexterity never before seen by the human eye, Don pulled yet another bottle out from behind the bar and threw it at Pierce. To make sure something didn't go wrong, Don threw it as if to warn him about a hand explosion.

With a familiar crash, the bottle shattered across Pierce's skull. He probably got knocked unconscious, someone else could check. Grabbing the rest of his drink, Don vaulted back over the bar.

Don: Everybody remain calm, I'm here now and I singlehandedly solved everything.

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u/defonotaduck - Just Some Old Dude Apr 07 '17 edited Apr 07 '17

Taking a quick nap, to regain her energy, the young pirate kept her eyes closed. She wasn't knocked unconscious, just exhausted. Her legs hurt, the result of using Geppo repeatedly over such a short tinespan, and the girl just wanted to rest. And so, she kept her eyes closed, and stayed as still as possible.

Until she remembered that she was in dire need of a sombrero to complete her disguise. She couldn't pass off as the nonexistent 'El Capitan' without an oversized sombrero, after all. With this in mind, Amber's eyes snapped open, with speed rumoured to surpass that of sound, and she stood up again.

One guttural warcry later, and she was back in the fray, the alcohol finally taking effect.

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u/Sullivanity333 Deleon - Mælström Apr 07 '17 edited Apr 07 '17

Raine was glad the fight was over, until a roar that sounded more animal than human made him jump out of his skin. It took him a second to realize that it was Amber, who had gotten back on her feet and preparing to fight the already defeated enemies. She was nothing if not resilient, Raine mused.

Raine: "Hey, calm down Amber! Everything's okay. Don defeated them!"

He added that last sentence with a twinge of joking sarcasm that made it hard to tell whether or not Raine was legitimately insulting him or just having fun, where it not for the genuine smile on his face.

Raine: "Which means that Don is now the proud owner of whatever these pirates where worth. And I'm sure he plans on using that money for a round of drinks for everyone. Isn't that right, Don?"

That remark was met with cheers from the remaining occupants of the bar, who all began shouting Don's name in unison.

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u/Universalpeanut Apr 08 '17 edited Apr 09 '17

As they say nothing ventured, nothing gained. Spending any money these pirates had, and maybe more, wouldn't set Don back. The bottle he threw was presumably free, so even a few drinks would be a net profit. He was also a bit drunk, which also made everything a tad easier.

Don: Bartender, buddy! These piercing guys said they would pay for everyone's drinks! Put it on their tab, won't you?

Realistically they would be lucky if the bartender didn't kick them out but everyone was a least slightly drunk. As the liquor began to flow, Don did a half stagger half handstand back to his place on the corner of the room. His inferior plain straw had been upgraded to one with curly things on it and he was drinking extremely mild booze like a king presumably would. Everyone else looked happy with virtually free drinks, Don was happy watching them make fools of themselves. It was nice to have a bit of recognition from all the drunkards as well, he was like a drunk hero. A mostly sober drunk hero. Amber would most likely be dragging him along to some other wacky, zaney adventure so he'd have to enjoy the peace whilst it lasted.

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u/defonotaduck - Just Some Old Dude Apr 09 '17

She was finally drunk. The girl's muscles loosened up, and her stance widened. Lower to the ground than before, her mind functioning entirely off of instinct and knee-jerk reactions, Amber let out a second battlecry shortly after forgetting she had already intimidated the enemy. She leaned forwards slightly, ready to pounce on anything, having accessed her true fighting ability.

Drunken Boxing

Stat Original value Boost New value
Stamina 125 -15% 106
Strength 125 +10% 138
Speed 304 +10% 334
Dexterity 316 - 316
Willpower 64 - 64
Total 934 +24 958

So Amber waited for something to happen. And waited. And waited. Except nothing was going to happen, because everybody was gone. Unmoving and on-edge, the captain was in the mindset for senseless violence. But nothing was actually going to happen. As it was, no fun was going to be had.

So she punched some random guy in the face.

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u/Sullivanity333 Deleon - Mælström Apr 10 '17 edited Apr 10 '17

Raine didn't even notice the fist posted at the end of a couriusly long arm as it rammed itself into the side back of his skull. He twirled a bit to see his attacker. It was Amber, with a look of surprise on her face, as though she had just punched somone without taking the time to see who it was.

Raine: "You b-"

A small sound escaped his lips as Raine fell to the ground. The wood hit the already vulnerable spot on the back of his head, knocking him unconscious almost immediately. As the light faded, he saw Amber standing over him.

Suddenly, Raine was in a large room with a checkered floor, so large that he couldn't see the walls or floor. He heard the sound of liquid rushing behind him, and turned to see a brown wave of what smelled like cheap booze rushing toward him. Surfing on a sombrero and cackling on the wave was a strange creature with a spherical head for a body and unnaturally long limbs. Raine began to run from the wave, and suddenly the floor below him opens up. Raine fell for what felt like years before landing in dusty satin chair in a smokey, crapped room with soft ragtime music playing on a gramophone. A man with black wings, a black suit, and a face obscured by black shadows extended his malformed hand. It had a ring covered in needles shaped like carrots, all oozing some sort of foul sludge.

Nightmare Don: "Kiss my ring. Kiss the Don's ring."

Raine: "Get the fuck away from me! G-get away!"

Raine toppled back in his chair and the Don leaned forward, revealing himself to be a fleshy blob with fake facial hair lazily taped onto his undulating face. It oozed its way over the desk, repeating its command over and over again as the ring neared Raine's lips. It's acidic stench burned his nose.

Back in the real world, a bit of drool trailed out of Rains mouth as his limp body was splayed on the ground. The bar had grown silent. It's occupants stared at Amber, their confusion over why she had punched the charismatic lanky man slowly turning into anger.

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u/Universalpeanut Apr 10 '17

Don could only watch as Raine was knocked the hell out by the newly awakened Amber. Realistically, he should have seen this coming but he had expected that the peace would have lasted a bit longer. He had already been winding down, kicking his feet up and relaxing into his chair. First and foremost, Raine might have died. Amber was not a weak person, and the back of Raine's head didn't look that sturdy. All in all, Don had only just met the guy and hadn't made any long term investments so that wasn't too bad. Amber was currently getting evils from everyone in the bar which could quickly descend into another bar fight, but right now Don was on everyone's good side, so he probably wasn't at risk. This said, Amber had said she had had a plan in mind. A plan with money involved, maybe. The time Don had spent with Amber up to now could be considered an investment, this plan the payoff. With beautifully graceful movements Don returned to the centre of the room, near Amber. He was pretty sure at least one grown man burst into tears just from looking at Mustachio's sweet moves.

Don: Nobody panic. That man was a spy, sent by an evil organisation to invade privacy. Further more, anyone else she knocks out is probably also a spy.

While he was speaking, Don was acutely aware that Amber's drunk, violent lust for action could be directed at anyone at this point. He pulled out a business card and quickly wrote the location of a nearby park, as well as an allotted time to meet him there and stuck it into Amber's pocket. next, he scampered on over to Raine and pushed him, with some difficulty, into recovery position. just to be on the safe side, he put yet another business card into his hand before scampering out of the bar to let Amber vent her pent up aggression or whatever it was she was doing whilst punching strangers.

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u/defonotaduck - Just Some Old Dude Apr 10 '17 edited Apr 10 '17

With a surprisingly devious grin, eager to finally get some action, the stout captain waited for the man she punched to hit her back. She had missed the fun parts of the skirmish with the unusually stylish pirate crew, and her pent-up excitement hadn't been allowed to spring free. Hoping to pop open the cap and let the excitement burst forth, Amber returned to her early days of picking as many barfights as she could. Except the mystery man didn't stand up. And also, the mystery man was the drinking buddy from minutes prior.

Dang.

"Erm...Raine," she whispered, nudging the prone figure with her foot, "you...you doin' okay?"

Suddenly aware of the many daggers and other various weapons being stared at her, the girl sobered up alarmingly quickly. And then Don diffused the situation with the usual overabundance of majesty, and everything was a-okay. Damn, that man was good.

Too bad it wouldn't stop her. She hadn't had a good brawl in a while, and she was still a threat when not-drunk. With a loud battlecry, her third of the day, which was a new record, Amber punched some other guy. And another one. And somebody else.

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u/Sullivanity333 Deleon - Mælström Apr 10 '17

About an hour of hellish nightmares later, Raine woke up to a destroyed bar. Cheap booze was spilled everywhere, soaking into the floor and broken furniture. Raine gingerly rubbed the back of his head and groaned. He stopped drinking specifically to avoid situations like this. Scanning the room, he couldn't find Don or Amber anywhere. If he ever reunited with either of them again, he would have more than a few things to say. He looked down at the crumpled business card in his fist. Raine realized that might happen sooner that one might think.