Peacekeeping... For a price.

Spook having being hanging around at the ship, he was found at the poopdeck. His boots sticking out of the ship, somewhat in a laid back position he had his feet rested on top of the side. 'I'm down,'

Spook said, getting his feet off the side and standing up right. He heard his captains call, saying  that there was an emergency with, or rather some troublemakers near. He was down to shed some blood among the marines or revolutionaries had they been near, he wouldn't want any troops near the ship of course. The friendly other pirates- or rather non registered non government traders that were branded as pirates didn't really have the capabilities to protect themselves. Spook quickly went into the quarters and grabbed his rugzak and his spear. He returned not two minutes later with his weapon,

'I'm all set, ready to go'

He explained, meeting Naga at the maindeck once more. She looked perticularly odd today, as if she were in some kind of hurry. He got it though, they were departing for the grand line very soon. Perhaps she was stressing out? Nothing that a good killing of the tyranny of the seas couldn't solve.

'Let's go'

He asked, pacing towards the gangplank as he took off from the ship. He pranced around, somewhat.

'How many units did you notice?'

He asked, while proudly prancing towards the general direction he thought would be in some kind of danger. It was more or less his natural instinct to walk towards the black smoke that had been coming from a few miles further away.

'So what have you been up to?'

Spook asked, stepping through the forest that led closer to the black smoke. It was a very green, naturey forest. It rained often around here, giving the nature some life.

Peacekeeping... For a price.

'Adversity can fall through hope, and resilience.'

Spook said, in reply to the amount of numbers that might be present. Perhaps that tonight would be the night that his true character would show, to his captain no less. He started to skip, you know, among the stones at the sides of the road. While holding his spear, he maintained safety. His attention turned to his left, on the hill far away it was a dark manor. A haunted mansion, called by the citizens of the village. The source of all of the evil, it caused nearby people to become insane. To abandon all hope,

Just as he was in a train of thought, interrupted he was. By his captain, warning him. He held his spear a slight bit more tightly, perhaps it was a hint of him becoming nervous? Or... excited. One to five people, she said. Spook being alert, he paid attention to the surroundings, but more importantly, the defense of his captain. She was a marksman, perhaps her defense in close quarter combat wasn't that excellent. But hey, that's where Spook came in.

'More bones return to rest; devils remanded to their abyss'

Spook spoke, as a few grunts were executed. The thrill of the hunt inspired Spook. He felt that his captain understood adversity, and was fully capable of handling combat herself. Spook nodded, hearing more information. He was still skipping stones, oddly enough.

'More have arrive, foolishly seeking fortune and glory.'

The spear was an extension of his arm. Deciding to pick off a few other rogue soldiers that were further away from their pack. Appearing from the bushes, the tip of the spear would find itself to be pierced through the abdomen of a rogue soldier, blood dripping down it. His peers, shocked by the sigh of their dying friend.

'It. Is. A. Travesty.'

Spook spoke, twisted and maniacal. As if he were nightmare-made material. The fiends must be driven back, and what better place to be in than the seat of our noble lion. Quickly, and agile, the spear was pulled back. Simultaneously, a higher ranking soldier tried to strike Spook. Teetering on the brink, Spook faced the abyss and managed to evade and step away from the hit. Dead waits for the slightest lapse in concentration.

Spook used his spear to swipe at the higher ranking officer, not managing to hit him but force him to evade backwards. Which is what his goal was, he then divided his attention among two other soldiers that tried jumping him.

'Mastery over life and death was chief among my early pursuits. I began in humility, but my ambition was limitless. Who could have divined the prophetic import of something as unremarkable as a twitch in the leg of a dead rat.'

Blood making the dirt muddy, as Spooks spear had found it way to murder three more soldiers by expertly thrusting at right timing, while short one versus one duels followed. Alerted by the other high ranking soldier, he remained cautious.

-4 T0 revolutionary grunts
-3 T0 marine grunts

Peacekeeping... For a price.

As fiends fell one by one, there seemed to be a mass plowing of cannon- fodder. His spear found itself to be piercing more and more foes. Spook had become more tired over time, he was using skills that started to tax on his stamina. Slowly, there were a small amount of people remaining. About 5 units, Spooks lack of stamina made him tired out. But, this task wasn't too difficult, he figured. As the two combat opponents danced with each other, the winner had to fight some more.

Which was Spook, obviously. He had been slightly injured, in the quick flicks and onetaps. The cloth he wore, slightly torn. Small scathings here and there. Nothing that would leave a scar. He held his spear in a lancer position, recovering his breath some more before proceeding. The forest was dark, and he didn't have a torch. There were some fires around the area, creating a thin veil of smoke.

'The firesmoke is increasing; we should wrap up and leave.'

He suggested. Just as he spoke, a decent seeming warrior tried to strike Spook at his blindside, Spook being unaware would be left to the keen eyesight of his captain-- whether she could defend him or not would decide if he would leave this battle with a long scar. Spook, after the last enemy couldn't see anything else. The smoke was getting thicker and thicker. He was guided by coughs, of the enemy. The snow white hair of his captain was visible, so he was sure not to strike her.

-1 T1
-6 T0

Peacekeeping... For a price.

Spook, fortunately was saved by the keen eye of his captain. Sighing out of relief he saw one marine soldier, that was crawling away. Injured, he was. Spook let him go, he could of course finish him of. But that wasn't Spooks goal he currently tried to raise his bounty, so should he enter the paradise he won't be a complete no-name, even though he would sort of be a semi no name there.

'Indeed'

He replied to his captain, not wanting to show her that one other marine was crawling he tried blocking the field of vision as he walked towards her. He strapped his spear on his back and bent over, feeling the dust on the ground. It felt kind of nice, he couldn't really explain it. Spook did the same, he was starting to pick up the beli from the fallen soldiers.

There was quite a bit. He took most of what was left, and used a cloth to clean the blood off the tip of his spear. He tossed the same cloth to his captain, perhaps she could use it to clean her arrows.

'Let's head back then, shall we?'

He suggested, looking around the near empty forest. With some treasuries in his pocket, he would start prancing through the romantic forest. He liked to prance, prancing was cool.

'You know; I hate saying so-- but boy am I hungry. We should recruit a cook. Can you cook?'

Spook said, in the most utter form of banter if banter had a form.

Peacekeeping... For a price.

Spook nodded, they had food and Linnea could most likely cook basic stuff. Spook wasn't eccentric enough to eat expensive food every day of his life, so basic food; like scrambled eggs; basic soups, weren't very unappetizing to him. He once killed a few soldiers for a chocolate bar, which was one of his more odd endeavors.

'Very well madame, I hope I can enjoy some of your cooking some other time, let's go to a place near the docks. They have good coffee, I reckon you might enjoy it as much as I do.'

Spook said, as he began to prance towards to their ship some more. He wanted to leave his stuff at the ship, take a shower to clean the dried up blood off his hands and put on some new clothing. After arriving he tossed his spear into his quarters, rather somewhat dangerously. He then took a dive into the sea, being too lazy to set up the warm water for a shower he just soaped himself and dove into the sea. After a bit of swimming he swam out of the water and put on new clothing.

'I'm ready to go'

He said, leaving the boat, presumably with Naga had she joined him. The diner he had in mind served some great food, food he would most likely miss after leaving for the grand line. But, perhaps, at the grandline, at paradise in particular there would be much better food. It wasn't really a thought he had considered. After getting back to the ship, Spook was all ready to set sail.

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