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Crashing The Gala

IICrashing The GalaII Continued [ x ]

The Vice Admiral dropped his brow into a single gloved palm – how he had allowed his subordinate to gauge his assistance in this operation was beyond him. Not only was he walking into a party that had been originally created by a nasty pirate – but now he would be in the group of people (that included more pirates) that were to crash it, take charge, but not arrest a single one of ‘em. Craving overwhelming him due to the heightened frustration, Smoker prepared himself two more of his economical cigars… she’d promised that at the very least he would witness a few interesting spectacles tonight.

One of them surely had to have been the moment when his tiny junior burst into a ball room that dwarfed her size more than threefold, but an expression on a frivolous magenta clad -clown- flamingo at the realisation that his guests wouldn't be cleaning up his gala for him; but instead would be trashing his home even more and leaving him for the clean-up.  

Crashing pirate parties had their perks… it was just a shame that the sea stone cuffs in his pockets wouldn't be in use tonight, considering the reason for this hostile takeover was purely based on the fact that they were instead celebrating a dead man – Ace D. Portgas.

                                      He’d allow it then.

                                                                  Why would he allow it?

Don’t even ask him – don’t ask him how his will had been bent to cater to a marine squirt with a little too much bite either – but watching her haughtily take control and shout out clear cut commands at least relieved him of any notion of unreliability on her part. She knew how to take control and she sure seemed to revel in it. But that would make sense, he thought in hindsight – after all, her entire devil fruit ability was based on control.

                      What was his role here then?

                                                     It was simply to display authority.

A degree of power given by the Marines. For surely, this Gatecrash was ordained by the upper rankers – except… not. They’d just pretend that was the case. Oh well, he decided. For this one time, he’d just enjoy the free drinks and food that had been chained together by one of the Heart Pirates. Regardless of the ridiculousness of his involvement in such stupidity; at least the food looked good and maybe, If he was lucky, he would find someone who he could muse a richer brand of cigar or two out of.

#orewahida #checkmatejoy #;;smoker #;;smokerthread #;;crashingthegala #[[What the hell]] #[[How did I get dragged into this?]] #[[I swear if anyone hears about this]] #[[Im taking you down with me Joy]]

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They had arrived sooner than expected... all cadets looking rather awkward behind himself and Tashigi; he had not revealed why they had come here and nor did he share the fact that their training would now progress into the next stage.

The havoc was apparant once they had reached the west cape, it seemed there was an entire crew of no-good pirates that had run amok - the faint smell of smoke alluding to his worst fears and only causing more heightened panic from the town’s civilians. Jitte gripped tightly in hand, Smoker turned to his new subordinates;

                 “Your task is simple. Arrest all of these pirates”-

-There had been no more, no advice and no offers of help... just an order. Tashigi offered an apology for his lack of assistance and pity for the new members of the force. Perhaps she could see it, his desire to just go ahead and get directly involved - put the pirates behind iron himself before more civilians are pulled into a much worse situation; this large statured man had no passion for training these people ... only for capturing the injust.

Commands placed, he moved forward himself, charging in and not even looking over his shoulder to see if any of the aspiring marines had followed suite or more likely, looked on in an anxious unpreparedness. It was Tashigi who quickly outlined some simplicities and moralled them to rush forward, weapons raised into the fray.

Smoke exhuding from every outlet, the marine Captain took down pirate after pirate, his powers so useful when it came to apprehending and arresting, but it didn’t prepare him for when a subordinate would make a mistake and suddenly, rather than being on the offensive, he would have to revert to tactical measures and defend his own. it was troubling to protect those who were new to the battlefield. 

At least, there were a few who seemed to know what they were doing; a group he spotted in the corner of his peripheral vision were suprisingly organised, with both defensive and offensive maneuvers in action; creating a team effort that was proving rather magnificient in battle. Smoker would not be able to watch much longer to keep note of who it was however, for Tashigi had reached him to offer information.

The pirate Captain was now in the vicinity.

Be Ready.

#checkmatejoy #;;beready #;;smoker #;;smokerthread #//what a jerk

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magenta

Coloured Writing Style Meme ( x )

Magenta: I aspire to write like you.

I-I’m so very grateful! Ah, that reminds me, I never got a chance to thank you for including me in your follow forever and congratulations on hitting that many followers! Well done! You’ve earned it friend!

Lookie here, I think you’re writing so pretty darn good! I’ve seen your posts and I’m truly enjoying our thread; I’ve noticed that you seem a little wary and have made some changes on your blog and on your muse… and I believe, that when I started playing my Smoyan with you, Drake was still a Gol no? In which case, I’ll see what I can do to carefully tweak anything that continues on in the story.

I hope whatever happens however, that at least you’re having fun! 

Because that is what’s most important! So rather than aspiring to write like me, I hope you’re having fun - thank you again for listing me in your follow forever though we haven’t even written with each other for very long. 

#red-hot-dragonist #;;outofjustice #;;justmemes #;;justreplies

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MemesOf | |Colours: Yellow, Orange, Magenta, Violet, Silver.

Coloured Writing Style Meme ( x )

Yellow: Your writing us great! Keep it up!Orange: I can hear your character’s voice when I read your writing!Magenta: I aspire to write like you. Violet: I wish you would write more. Silver: How are you not famous for your writing? O_O

Wait. Did I hear that right? 

Excuse me, while I wash out my ears and then proceed to bleach them… because it sounded like… YOU aspire to write like ME? No no no… I-I.. I aspire to write like you! You’re writings are so much more intricate and delicate than my attempt at these two hounds. 

B-but.. I… will… t-try to take… y-your kind… compliments you cheeky sod;

Y-you’re wrong - these aren’t tears.

Though - ah, I’ll flick that silver away, but otherwise - if you hear Smoker and especially Kuzan then that much is incredible! I’ve said it before… but that makes me so incredibly happy.

And yes… I really would love to write on here more… Ah I wish time would allow me to spend my days writing some more… 

Thank you! And Thank you again!

#surgeonofheart #;;outofjustice #;;justmemes #;;justreplies #[[you cheeky sod - right back at you]] #[[you are so good at writing - i am always like 'woah']]

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Yellow: Your writing us great! Keep it up! Orange: I can hear both Smoker's and Aokiji’s voice when I read your writing! Red: I admire your writing and stories from afar. Just know I always read them.

Coloured Writing Style Meme ( x )

Yellow: Your writing us great! Keep it up! Orange: I can hear both Smoker’s and Aokiji’s voice when I read your writing! Red: I admire your writing and stories from afar. Just know I always read them. 

I-I. 

It is anything but true!!! Hearing their voices?! I-I… I’m so surprised. I’m so glad that you think so! You know… I always worry about my portrayal of these two; especially Kuzan. So that really makes me happy; thank you so much!

You’re TOO KIND! I Haven’t even written that much- to earn such commendations… 

I am not crying.

#themostfreedom #;;outofjustice #;;justmemes #;;justreplies

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Yellow, Red~

Coloured Writing Style Meme ( x )

Yellow: Your writing us great! Keep it up!

Red: I admire your writing and stories from afar. Just know I always read them.

My my my! 

Well the same could be said here - though I really should make that change and have these rottweilers have their attempt at putting Marco The Phoenix behind bars… eheheh.. not that it’d be happening anytime soon. But dogs surely do love chasing birds as much as cats do!

Your writing is superb too - please continue to make my day and allow me to wonder through your posts when I actually manage to find time to get on this blog!

#marco-fushicho #;;outofjustice #;;justmemes #;;justreplies

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Reblog and see what color you get!

[Based on writing styles] White: I’m really shy to talk to you, but I would like to write with you sometime! Yellow: Your writing us great! Keep it up! Orange: I can hear ____’s voice when I read your writing! Pink: I like your writing, it just needs a little tweaking! [Specify] Red: I admire your writing and stories from afar. Just know I always read them. Maroon: Eh, your writing is ok. Magenta: I aspire to write like you. Purple: Your writing needs a little work. Violet: I wish you would write more. Aquamarine: Can you write a drabble between our two characters? Blue: You need to improve your writing Navy: I have a hard time understanding your writing. Gray: You should put more description into your writing. Black: Your writing is terrible. Silver: How are you not famous for your writing? O_O Brown: Your writing seems a little bleak. Would you like some tips or advice from me?

#;;outofjustice #;;dryicememes #[[I know I'm not very active and I don't have many threads going... #but I'd appreciate some ideas #Considering that I'm still new to these muses]]

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At first, the Chujo felt his muscles twitch upon sighting his opponent was turning away; he hadn’t even considered he’d try and escape but soon it was evident the dragon fruit eater was just catching some distance.

The empathetic worry about civilians fell on deaf ears; it wasn’t that Smoker didn’t care - of course, he cared... he just wasn’t about to credit any kind of kindess or morality to a pirate. Though there was a slight track record of doing just a thing in the past - ah but that was another story altogether.

When the boy’s wings cast out and blacked out portions of the sky, Smoker knew the fight was going to begin and soon ripples of mist billowed out from the Vice Admira’s abdomen down until the figure of legs had disappeared. Though ready, he waited for the dragon to make the first move; after all, a dragon must possess fire breath -

                                          - and fire was an element that proved dangerously                                             neutralizing for smoke.

There was a slight itching to fight suddenly - it was something Smoker rarely admitted to... he lived for keeping the peace as an advocate for justice and yet there was a slight inclination to get involved, for the exchange of assualt. Perhaps he’d just interacted with enough pirates to pick the wish for such frivolities off of them.

- But either way, Smoker would enjoy a good fight before taking a criminal in.

Wive’s Tales

“Tch” Drake said as he clicked his tongue, realizing he was right. The dragon man stood in front of a vice admiral, not just that, Smoker, the White Hunter. With Logia devil fruit powers and jitte that can weaken devil fruit users, he was up against a powerhouse, the chances of escaping, let alone beating Smoker, were slim. But Drake was a risk taker. 

The dragon man turned around and walked, not as an attempt to escape, but to a bit of distance between the two, to make it a bit of a fair fight. Drake looked over his surroundings and used his dragon hearing to hear anything in the area. “No civilians nearby…..good, nobody will get hurt” Drake said. 

He then turned his attention to the large smoking marine. His attitude completely changed from before. No longer was he thinking of his past mistakes, rather he had to focus on the massive smoking mistake in front of him that he was about to make. Drake had to be careful, if he so much as touches that jitte it’ll be all over. It was a good thing Drake was such an excellent strategist, as he was planning a strategy to beat Smoker. 

Drake opened his dragon wings to allow for maximum mobility and movement. Drake cupped his left fist and made a fanged grin. Today, the captain of the Dragon Pirates would either take down his first big shot, or be captured by the navy to be sent to Impel Down. Days like today, really got Drake fired up. “yep, that’d be right, Smoker”

#redhotdragonist #;;smoker #;;smokerthread #;;Wivestale

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To do list; 24-09-2015

My bad guys, been really busy recently, so not had much time to write these posts. Managed to get just one out today! I’ll work on the others soon though, I promise - At the very least, I’m blessed with not having too many threads going as of yet.

Remember if you want to blacklist this post it is [[ ;;todolist ]]

To do list:

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            red-hot-dragonist           Wives Tale

            CheckmateJoy               Be Ready

            X-Mugiwara                   Fools and the Capricious

If I havent written you a starter, then just like this post and I’ll go ahead and add you to the list!

[P.S. If anyone knows how to get solve that pesky reblog where you lose the previous caption, I’d really appreciate it; I run Firefox and have Xkit]

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orewahida:

♤—“Sｏｍｅｔｉｍｅｓ ｔｈｅ ｂｌｏｏｄ ｒｕｓｈｅｓ ｔｏ ｍｙ ｈｅａｄ, ａｎｄ…

       There were times when paying a visit to the seas of his lifetime was an excursion into hell, itself. Sometimes, it wasn’t tender. It wasn’t bittersweet or revitalizing. Sometimes it was witnessing a loved one agonizing over irreparable damage, or inconsolable loss. Or, like now, it was his arsenic eyes surveying the steady descent of colors that once defined an age. Shaped it. Raised it. Set it free, and perished slowly beneath it. It was like watching a candle’s flame slowly consume a nest, and nothing compared to the yawning emptiness that unfurled across his chest as the ignorant trembled and chided. There was no setting the record straight, and all that he could have said, he had said, that day at the Summit War. His beliefs had been invested through blood, and through spending its heat onto ungrateful stone, he’d been absolved of its weight. …and its gifts.  

        Life no longer tested him. It no longer ground at his teeth, or warred into his eager fists. So why did he find himself, time and again, watching it pass the same challenges to those who yet survived? At the sound of a gruff, familiar cadence, his gaze slid towards the renowned marine standing at his shoulder. The question was benign, as few posed to the dead could ever be. But it still gnawed at the belly of his mind like a maw, fangs sinking into memories that he might swear ached at him more as a spirit than they had, before. It had been such a strangely personal, informal stretch of words, that Ace’s meandering thoughts stalked around them in tentative curiosity, and a great deal of defensiveness; a pack of wolves circling what might be prey, might be danger. 

       The fire logia had thought to pay a visit to home, to the courageous survivors of the War of the Best. But his progress had slowed when the easily recognizable frame of the White Hunter had come to his notice. Ace hadn’t been there long, but something in the marine’s pensive countenance had bid him to linger nearby. He realized after the ash-haired man spoke that he’d been drawn to wait by the marine’s own invocation of his name. Smoker’s voice was soft, almost reverent enough for Ace to forgive the trespass of its contents across space that should have been forever freed of the burden. Sable lashes knitted together against a constellation of freckles scatted across his face. It was a gesture of resignation, and gratitude. There’d been no accusation, or condemnation. It sounded like a person wondering about a person. How humane the inquiry had been, for someone who would have likely executed the then-Commander himself. Then, out of respect, Ace decided to answer him, even if the effort was lost to the wind between them.        

       ❝All of that …of course. I wanted to exist. That name meant that I’d been disallowed. I thought if, I took a cleaner name, and worked up my own notoriety, then I’d finally crawl out from under a sense of my own unworthiness. I didn’t have anything to do with that man, his life, his decisions. So I didn’t want to carry his sentence, either.”   

      The felled commander made a sound between a sigh and an abbreviated laugh. He was talking to Smoker, without much investment that the marine would ever hear what he was saying. Tangibility, audibility, all of those phenomenon were reserved for those with an attachment to the fire logia - and vice versa. Even so, he felt more inclined to share his musings than usual. How sensitive were Smoker’s senses? Would he perceive company? Or would he stand oblivious? What if he could see straight through the veil, to the span beside him where the fire logia’s blazing spirit occupied? Ace couldn’t guess, but all the same, he laid bare a weakness - and put an answer to the marine’s unceremonious inquiry.

      ❝In the end, I was happy to have taken my chances on just bein’ a brother. Just a son. Just a body capable of living and dyin’, like anyone else. I won’t lie, though. Hearin’ Sengoku set my parentage out like that… I thought I was gonna shatter into a thousand pieces. I thought then, “I would have rather languished in Impel Down than face this.” It was worse than the prison’s baptism. Worse than Teach’s devil fruit. Worse than all the beatings and all the failures I had ever faced. There’s nothin’ you can do when the enemy is your own damn blood… -except-, I learned, accept that someone might love ya, in spite of it. Regardless of it.

                …it’s just, sometimes, I learn a little too slowly.”  

     The nightmare of recollection subsided gradually, and Ace raised his arms, crossing them leisurely behind his head. He’d felt melancholy even before the mental and verbal stroll through the grievous and unforgiving war that had ultimately claimed his life, and the lives of so many he cared about. And an anxiousness in regards to the Whitebeard Pirate’s and their future weighed heavily on his mind. But reviewing the immortality of his promises to his brothers renewed his vigor a bit. And taunting ‘Kemuri’, even if the marine might be unaware of it, was always encouraging in its own way.

     ❝That bloodline… “Gol” may have been stopped, but -my name- is gonna keep on livin’. Just like Roger’s will is gonna keep on goin’. I expect that might be frustrating for you an’ the others. Heh, feel free to ask my grandpa for help if ya feel swamped over, eh? I hear he’s retired, but I’ll bet he’d still beat some advice into you and your subordinates for ya.”

                                                    I ｆｅｅｌ ｌｉｋｅ ｉｆ Ｉ ｒｕｎ, Ｉ'ｌｌ ｌｏｓｅ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ.”

Maybe some would call this occasional empathy and sentimentality a weakness, but the chujo wasn’t afraid to occasionally allow such a perspective indulge in his judgement even if it meant it could be one that pardons the occasional pirate in a certain situation if it arised.

His questions of course, were lost to gale, condemned to forever travel the nomadic winds until, perhaps, it reached the lost youth that it was addressed to. The enquiry itself however, lingered, summoning nostalgia from those moments shared in the same town as the late Pirate King; the original bearer of the cursed name -

                                                                                       -Gol.

The defiant smile, that knowing gaze... a man that boasted power beyond pirates he faced today... the man that even in death’s grasp willed an entire era to begin and despite what the marines and the government stated in relation to such an era ending with the War of the Best ... Smoker disagreed. He could see the remnants, such like the ship that sailed beyond the horizon and out of sight, still sailing a dead man’s mark. Not to mention those who still pawed for the title that is “Pirate King”

                 That boy’s death didn’t end anything.                                                   It had only made huge movements begin across the world.                      

                               Tides were changing.                                                           So were minds.                                                                            The Status Quo was falling apart.

        ❝ I thought I was gonna shatter into a thousand pieces... ”

                                           A thousand pieces...? You were afraid then?

       ❝There’s nothin’ you can do when the enemy is your own             damn blood… -except-, I learned, accept that someone                        might love ya, in spite of it. Regardless of it. ”

                   Even pirates were sentimental beings huh? I supposed.. it makes sense.                                                     You were a Whitebeard after all...

        ❝That bloodline… “Gol” may have been stopped, but                                    -my name- is gonna keep on livin’.”

                                                                   Your name?....

                                                                 Portgas D. Ace.

It wasn’t a lie - ah but how did the marine even know this was the fallen commander’s words?

Whites widening, gaze cast over his shoulder, the grip on his cigar weakened and silence ensued. It wasn’t every day that a dead man appeared to address an enemy’s questions - so when the outline of the boy in question was unmistakenly standing behind him and lacked the usual smirk he’d come to expect, Smoker almost made a double take.

               “Portgas D, Ace... -”

                                     “-Now I’m sure I should be questionin’ how the hell we’re                                                                                             facin’ eachother right now... but...”

What did the but stand for? Did he even have a real reason as to why he didn’t want to question the hows? The G-5 Vice Admiral was not one to care about how things happened, and was more interested in the why, he supposed.

                                         "The boat you’re probably wantin’ to haunts already left port... “

“Don’t worry about it, I’m not in the mood to bother them if that’s                                                          why you’re hanging around like a real spectre”

                     “Plus hauntin’ me isn’t gunna scare me anyway”

Lingering Embers

#orewahida #;;smoker #;;smokerthread #;;lingeringembers #[[You what? God damned pirates.... #Don't dare come and say I'm some kinda senpai when you write such HIGH class quality #your writing is amazing #You can get arrested for speaking such treason!]]

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themostfreedom:

Meeting the former marine once again came as a surprise to the Strawhats, and while they all had varying reactions, as a whole it was obvious that they were preparing for battle. Luffy himself jumped into fighting position, fists clenched and raised as he stepped so he was directly facing the elder. “Aokiji! You here for a fight? I’ll defeat you this time!” Despite the fact that last time the Strawhat captain lost horribly, he was now confident tha he could back up his claims. After all, he trained for those two years to become stronger. If he couldn’t defeat Aokiji now then he might as well go back to East Blue. He was going to become Pirate King and getting defeated by the same old enemy wasn’t part of the agenda. 

Despite the slightly harsh words, Luffy didn’t hold any particular resentment towards the other. No, he prepared for a battle simply because that was the outcome that made the most sense to him. They were pirates facing a Marine, of course a fight would occur. Jimbe’s previous information about the Blue Pheasant leaving the Marines completely escaped his mind. 

“If you are here for Robin again, you can forget it.” A memory from two years prior surfaced and he continued, “And if you are here for another nap you can do that elsewhere!” It was accusations after accusations, the Strawhat barely giving the other time at all to respond, but with that final command, it finally seemed that the pirate said his fill and quieted down, though still holding his fighting stance. 

The defensive approach was expected of course. Mugiwara could only have a sepcific image of the marine... ah ... ex-marine in mind. However, it was pleasant and the boy’s behaviour only brought a smile to his visage.

                       “Arara... calm down strawhat. I’m neither here for a fight nor to take anyone away from you... ah but I am curious as to how Nico Robin has been”

The boy’s next exclamation brought his expression into a frown and he grumbled a little, almost  childishly;

          “Oi... what’s wrong with taking a nap here? It’s not like you own                                                                this floor... I should just sleep here now just                                        because you said that...”

It seemed Monkey D. Luffy had no plans to put his guard down; probably for the best... considering he wasn’t exactly an ally.

                   “It’s just a coincedence... I think... so share some sake with                                                                         me instead of your rubber fists... eesh.”

The best part of no longer being a marine was the choice and lack of expectation to deliver heads of pirates to anyone; instead he could actually enjoy the world around him, even his meetings with criminals... and though Mugiwara was one... he was at least an interesting one... though Kuzan had been a little hurt about told not being allowed to nap where he stood... It was after all... a little rude.

                                              What was so bad about taking a nap?

Crossed Paths

#themostfreedom #;;crossedpaths #;;icethread #;;kuzan #[[It's okay! I take forever so it's probably good that you take your time with me too!] #]

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red-hot-dragonist:

Drake shuddered as he felt his blood run cold. Just hearing about it, made Drake see flashes and moments of that single night. Seeing images of crying children, men shouting slurs at him, and nothing but rubble and destruction around him. That was a time in his life he’d never forget, despite not having much memory of it. Eating a devil fruit, losing control, and going berserk, and being responsible for so much destruction and death, and all at the age of 10. It was his greatest sin, and what made him fear his own power. 

Drake took a deep breath as he stared at the marine. “I did. I had lost control and attacked innocent people and destroyed many homes and businesses. Nothing i can do in my life can make up for what i did so i can’t ask for forgiveness”

Few people have so far made the connection to Drake, and the Gold Dragon of Loguetown. It would have made his bounty even higher, and he would feel worse of a person. But he couldn’t just sit back and feel sorry for himself. He had friends now, who accepted him as the monster he is and was. 

“Are you here to take me in, mr. marine?” Drake asked as he had to be ready for anything. 

                                  So... it had been true. It wasn’t just some old wive’s tale.

An intuitive gaze was cast over the dragon, his expression as sour as ever and his digits throbbing for his weapon of choice. Perhaps it would be evident in the heavy billow of smoke which began to exhude from him... he was preparing himself for an arrest.

The slight adrenaline, the satisfaction of knowing that justice would be served... for all those civilians that may have lost someone or their own lives.

                                                                                     That was what Smoker fought for.

Such a dangeroud individual can not be left to move around freely... even more so when he flew a cursed black flag now. The boy would have to be dealt with swiftly... as from his tone of voice, it was evident that the events of logue town were all but a gross accident however-

                                                                                                         -A pirate. Was a pirate.

It didn’t matter how many times this individual regretted his actions or tried to make peace with his bloody history; if he could do it once, who was to say that there would not be a next time? Or a third... a fourth... until finally he succumbed to his own power. Pirates are not righteous.

                       “That’d be right. I doubt you’ll come quietly - Gold Dragon”

And with that, the White Hunter cast out his jitte.

Wive’s Tales

#redhotdragonist #;;smoker #;;smokerthread #;;Wivestale

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Lingering Embers

orewahida

The lingering scent of Whitebeards floated in the air mingling with the natural salt that was the default of any port, the locals laughing and gossipping over their… apparant good natured ‘guests’… it left Smoker with a bad taste in his mouth.

       Do these people have any idea who they’re talking about? -

                                                     -They’re pirates who have slaughtered                                                                                          people to achieve what they have.

However, his hostility did not make it out past his lips… many would let that particular crew off because ‘they’ve already had so much tragedy and defeat’; even marines would chuckle and laugh them off:

                                   ‘They’re just gunna drift ‘till they kick the bucket too’

Other were more fearful…

                           ‘I’d rather not call forth the wrath of whatever angry whitebeards are left’

They’re just pirates... pirates without purpose or even a captain; now was the time to strike… and yet… as the Vice Admiral watched the lifeless vessel in the distance - still within distance to chase after… he considered his past experience with one of the whitebeard pirates… a man that sparked a war.

                              Portgas D. Ace.

                                                            Second Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates.

                                         Monkey D. Luffy’s adopted brother … and

                                                                                                           Gol… D… Roger’s son.

The man that smiled in his moment of death.

And for even a single moment, the name ambled in his thoughts; Portgas.

                                     “Were you ashamed or afraid… of everyone                                        finding out  your abandoned name…. ‘Gol’?”

Smoker whispered to no one in particular.

#orewahida #;;smoker #;;smokerthread #;;lingeringembers #[[thank you for the like!]] #[[if you think of a better title #you're welcome to change the name!]]

[dryiceandjustice-blog]

Fools And The Capricious

x-mugiwara

Moving the short glass to chilled lips, the drifter contemplated his next move; he knew the marines - his ex comrades - would be keeping an eye on his dealings nevermind how harmless they may be… after all… not just anyone comes out of the marines with such a high amount of internal information.

          Ah, where did all this start?

From the beginning, Kuzan had known that the marines weren’t all just and wonderful; they’re not heroes nor are they peacekeepers despite what seems to be the general consensus of the civilians. Rather, they were just enforcers of the current rule-makers… and yet despite all this, the dusky ice-user joined and rose through the ranks. What pushed him to this point?

Before delving further into his inner thoughts, a streak of red, blue and yellow crossed his peripheral vision… and made the ex-marine look up.

                           “Mugiwara…?”

                                                          Ah… The strawhat pirates.

To think….things seemed to change drastically, only from the moment that Monkey D. Luffy began to make his name on the Grand line. He was no small criminal - not at all. If Kuzan were still a marine… perhaps he would have stood up and challenged the lad.

                                                                                                     But he was not.

So he just leant on the palm of his hand, watching the boy… waiting to see if he had heard him call out his name - though he had not intended to beckon it out loud.

#xmugiwara #;;foolsandthecapricious #;;icethread #;;kuzan #[[ i don't use kuzan enough #because i lack the icons etc. goddamn]] #[[also hope this is okay!]] #[[i had a hard time coming up with a name so feel free to change it if you need to]]

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To do list; 08-09-2015

Two out of four can’t be bad;

I’m making it a habit of creating to do lists so that I keep on track of posts at all times. So if you want to ignore them (Since they are primarily for myself) just blacklist everything in the bracket. [[ ;;todolist ]]

To do list:

Replies:

             x-mugiwara                     Fools and the Capricious

             orewahida                      Lingering Embers

             red-hot-dragonist     -     Wives Tale

             themostfreedom       -     Crossed Paths

If I havent written you a starter, then just like this post and I’ll go ahead and add you to the list!

#;;todolist #;;outofjustice #redhotdragonist #themostfreedom #xmugiwara #orewahida

[dryiceandjustice-blog]

surgeonofheart:

      Marines - the heaven’s chained hounds scraping and biting at the heels of all those who disobeyed the World Government’s iron will, while clinging to a single word and hoping that hurling ‘Justice’ about like a blade would make them heroes of the day.. keepers of peace..

             Mutts too weak-willed to realize their vision by their own power..                 So they would herd together, and become jailers of a toxic world.

At least, they had certainly stopped all the raging monsters of Flevance from escaping their cage.. and as such.. the world was at peace, no one would ever have to hear of the cursed ivory city, nor should they be worried for their own sake, as every contagious wretch contained within the city’s walls were exterminated. 

   It had been far easier to slice the billowing Chujo and his fragile subordinate in two and remove his beating heart… than it had been to accept his help.

       There would have been no revenge for his silent savior, the sordid doctor’s own pulse would have ceased had it not been for the intervention of this ivory-maned thug of a Kaigun. It was infuriating, in a way.. he had already opted to reach out for aid, by the knowledge of a single middle initial, to a rival pirate crew for aid, so it was somewhat of a frustration that his victory had been won previously simply because of such an intelligent stalling tactic. 

                 All these years gaining power… barely enough.. it..                                       was impossible on my own.

A sleepy pair of golden irises, shielded somewhat by the brim of his spotted cap, cast themselves upwards as the smallest display of teeth, part-way between an amused grin and a silent growl, was presented toward the cigar-addled hound of justice. 

            “You know you’re no match for me, Hakuryo-ya.                  You might as well get comfortable with my company for now.”

There was no movement made to leave, his sheathed, cursed nodachi hanging loosely from one shoulder, in an almost nonchalant manner, as though the sarcastic physician was making a point of not needing the blade, even if he was attacked. 

                 “I don’t need to do anything-”

                                 “-especially if it involves listening to some damn pirate”

The much younger boy’s demeanor really irritated the chujo; It was the typical attitude adopted by pirates that was filled with such... God. Damned. Arrogance. The frustration made the stout man puff out a steady trail of cigar fumes before a gloved hand reached for his jitte.

                     Did he understand that he was already putting himself into an awkward position?

 He owed this pirate nothing. Nothing.

Yet for whatever reason, there lay within the Vice Admiral, the need to give him a chance to escape... what was it? Was it gratitude for whatever assistance that he gave towards exposing Punk Hazard for what it was? No, not at all - that was just how it turned out. There was something more undeniably complex in this supernova’s mind - something that had rooted their alliance; which in the snow-hued marine’s mind was an abomination to admit to.

                                  What was he fighting for?

Why was this pirate getting so heavily involved with the Joker?

                     Mugiwara... he was one thing. But... the usually defensive and elusive Trafalgar Law?

Where was his crew hiding?

                              There were far too many questions and far too little answers; Smoker hated it.

It should be straight forward. Facts laced into each other as simple directions to the black and white that is justice and injustice. Yet every encounter with the Strawhat crew he had had, tore that mindset apart and twisted it, reforming it until it was rewoven into a new representation; one that...

                                                                                                  -he feared.

Gripping his jitte equally to how his teeth clenched his cigars, the Vice Admiral narrowed his expression and his brows cast shadows across his countenance;

                                   “Final warning. Else I will. Be taking you down”

Pirates and Marines

#I brought home a stray black cat #If it attacks you feed it some bread #;;smoker #;;smokerthread #;;piratesandmarines #surgeonofheart #[[Well #looks like Smoker is taking Law home tonight #]]

[dryiceandjustice-blog]

fieryxlegacy:

♠❙— This old geezer was okay. Spade just smiled at the guy, nodding his head. “The inn doesn’t sell it, but the SCUM Bar does.” The boy chirped out. Kind of reminded him of the village elder who drank a lot. “Okay.. since I don’t know yer name, I’ll call you Uncle! I’m Spade.” The boy wandered over, inspecting the man. He didn’t seem too dangerous. He seemed more like a drunk old geezer with a good sense of humor.

    “I can show you there if you want. Miko keeps the place runnin’ pretty good. I’m allowed in there because he gives me ramen to eat all the time. Best –and only– bar on the island!” The boy backed up a bit, snickering at the sight. A drunk old man with a good sense of laughter… it made him smile just thinking about it.

“The ‘SCUM’ bar? huh-”

                                         -The name was amusing enough unto itself and surely made the ex-marine wonder what kind of clientele wondered in; did this boy think that he belonged in that crowd? However, with the continuation of the child’s explanation, Kuzan was left with little reason to argue when it was both the best and only one around.

The title ‘uncle’ suited him fine too - formally asking and aquiring names had always been a real pain in the backside and even epithets had been such a boorish topic. Tugging sharply at the strap of his heavy sack, the drifter yawned and nodded at the boy to show the way before following;

“-Spade hmm?”

The dusky skinned man murmured,

“Why are you named after a gardening tool?”

- humour had been intended and was carried through by the tone of his voice... it was far too fun to tease children, and he had a slight weakness for them too. They were innocent - a trait that was lost in adults.

Familiarity

#;;kuzan #;;icethread #;;familiarity #fieryxlegacy #[[If everyone agrees to ignore kuzan being partially naked in the icon #It would make my life much easier]]