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1『Booty & Other Prizes』 [NPC] [Task] Empty 『Booty & Other Prizes』 [NPC] [Task] Tue Nov 17, 2015 6:06 pm

Bigben Clocktower

Marines
Marines

Bigben Clocktower





The essential principle to having eloquently ecstatic levels of humorous applause stemmed from one property, comedic timing. How joyous the news appeared when a pair of low-ranked, low-skilled, marines approached him stating that the Commodore wanted him to check something out as a favor. To check out a wreck of supplies that, in his opinion, shouldn't have been transported to a place that should be creating it's own things. But it was completely fine with him, he wasn't a Marine so he didn't rightly care about what their objectives were. He was more concerned with getting things done. His job was to clean up the messes of the World Government, and this did constitute as a mess.

So he was happy to do his job opposed to remain in bed with the voluptuous figure whom he had explored for the past few nights of staying here. It didn't take him long to get himself ready either, maces inside of their bag and his pulled the strap over his suit. He'd go without his signature hat today, slicking his hair back and smacking the plumpness of the females posterior as he made his way out of the complex itself and out of the guest room he stayed. It wouldn't take long to get towards the pier, but directions stated that was not his location, he had to go to the wreck that was on the east of the island itself. It made him laugh a bit, you'd think sailors would know how to...well you know...sail.


Bigben Clocktower

Marines
Marines

Bigben Clocktower




Without any boundaries to attempt and overcome, all he could really do, although simplistic, was continue on his path until he came upon what appeared to be a company of well armed men. Marines no doubt, but most likely ensigns given the fact that they had top of the line infantry rifles and had taken a tactical position upon a nearby ridge. This allowed the masked maniac to raise an eyebrow in curiosity, exceedingly happy at what he was watching. It appeared by the scent of gunpowder and brass that they had already opened a few rounds of fire onto targets by the mouth of the wreck. Upon approaching further and nearing their vantage point he could see several unarmed persons laying in pools of blood.

Some where suffering and writhing upon the sandy shoreline, while others were more than obviously dead. A strange occurrence none the less. He approached whom appeared to be the man calling all the shots, literally, and he bent forward as to analyze the situation further. Eyes glowing with their horribly distilled hue. Simple words would soon follow, as he wanted to allow the commander a chance to comprehend that his presence was that of an comrade. He wondered what kind of antics they were up too given the fact that a simple massacre as this wasn't something you saw every day. Let alone was it something that the higher-ups could dismiss so easily. Whatever the case he approached and placed his bag on the ground, unzipping and starting to juggle his maces while speaking towards those whom were already here.

"Well, give me a briefing. Are we exterminating innocent civilians now? If its sanctioned then I am sad you started without me. Coohoohoohoohoo...~☆"


Bigben Clocktower

Marines
Marines

Bigben Clocktower




He heard the words of the peer and it was something that made him feel as though he really shouldn't be talking to people whom were ensigns. He didn't quite like the idea of splurging when it came too objective based shenanigans.

"Allow me to investigate further then, heh...~☆"

Futuristic implements of azure fruition capsized nearly immediately as the grant tanker seemed to flood throughout its back region. As fascinating as such an ordeal managed to be, there were few things that surprised he who smiled ritualistically. Vaporous fluid which was sanguine in color seemed to fly around his body when he approached the beach, one of those supposedly dead persons lashing out at him, instinctively did he allow himself to adamantly dominate and break said creatures skull open with a flourish of triple angled arcs, two horizontal and the final being completely vertical in its method. He could hear beasts, fantastical beings creeping throughout the complex itself. Humorous to say the least.

Curiosity seemed objectively claim victorious cheer over aspects regarding this investigation. Outright and without much opposition presently attempting to sodomize and subjugate the smiling heathen. That was until, of course, the arrival of three sub-species of scorpion that promptly burst out of the caved in entrance to the large runic vessel. Skirting over coarse sand and charging with pincers, sharpened tail protrusions, and extremely impressive acrobatic antics. Flourishing in manners somewhat akin to a breed of ape that could be considered extinct, the juggling jackhammer allotted only a brief moment of downtime before a destructively accurate assault ensued in a manner one could only describe as a sheer spectacle. Overhead strikes towards opponent one left him reeling backwards like some sort of drunken creature, a bullet slicing the air and landing into the very same man's frame from the support higher up on the beach.


Bigben Clocktower

Marines
Marines

Bigben Clocktower




Twas wise to remain upon the shores of the beech opposed to entering the complex itself, for at the outset of the attack itself more mutated beings came out of the woodwork, seven more scorpions came out as well as five creatures whom were specific breeds of spider. Whatever the fuck was happening aboard this vessel was clearly inhumane and quite disturbing. Despite volatile tidings displayed brilliantly by such monstrosities, it was clear they were zoan users, an observation that would not go unnoticed by he whom considered himself a saint of the art of beat-downs. Outnumbered and outclassed, such circumstances proved ill within the scope in which Zebra operated. Yet, he wasn't truly alone, firing squad in tow, metallic spheres of death found their marks injuring the flock as they clustered, exposing openings that would be capitalized on surely by the top-hatted hatter.

The vicious nature befalling such people wasn't out of a racist place, but out of the understanding that the body torn limb from limb a few meters from where he was standing belonged to a fellow marine, one whom probably investigated this messy nightmare only minutes before this contingent of well trained military men were capable of arriving on the scene in their glorious splendor. Such a shame, without any time to assess fully the circumstances of the mysterious boat this melodic fray of fists and fury bloomed without much of a hassle. Seeing each injured party allowed for a path of destruction and death to be plotted almost immediately, such actions came from a childhood fascinated with human anatomy and the structure of tools. Especially tools which made their entire existence based upon harming others in manners quite xenophobic. Instantly breaking the mold, he started to break necks, crack ribs, collapse lungs, and fully implode sexual organs with full on forced hits. He was overconfident in his display, dispatching all enemies with minimal resist until he was sent flying by a large scythe like weapon. A slash upon his chest he landed in the sand looking at his feet, noticing a vibrant pink mantis whom stood extremely large. Bullets laid into her, but she seemed to shrug it off.



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