Soft, gentle, powerful. Words used to describe the hand's of the female. Her snow white hands moved with extreme precision even for the rocking of the boat. The white outfit had been cleaned, and the female had been repairing it for sometime now. Pins were located within her mouth, needle and thread glided over the fabric. It's probably hard to imagine Melissa Devaroux sewing, yet she enjoyed it, she even liked to knit. It also helped take her mind off things, such as Leparo and the odd sensations she had been feeling in her stomach. She was a little more on edge due to the fact she was late. This coupled with the fact that they had to try to remain on enies for an unknown amount of time just did not sit well with her, she was a daredevil but jumping in to the maw of the law was too much even for her. Thankfully Melissa had previously obtained a few things from her journey in the blues.

So there she was standing, or well more so crouching upon the sea train, it had been the obvious choice, after scoping out Enies lobby as best they could, there seemed to be no docking bays, there was also a mass water fall that fell in to something, Melissa did not know how there was a circular pit in the sea, but it was there, she could see it clear as day. A smile would be seen upon her face, her hair whipped back in the furious wind. The sea air was probably playing havoc with it, though the young pirate would not care, not this time, her mind, her heart, her entire being had one goal. SURVIVE. The white outfit worn by Naga would help, marines liked white. Though Melissa's own disguise was superior. She actually did have a marine outfit, stolen during her battle against the one hundred and fifty third battalion. It even came with a hat and pistol...."I could be sitting inside" she grumbled to herself, though the wind would carry her gentle words.

Upon Naga's words, she would crouch lower, yet it would be her to answer the navigators question. "I doubt it, the train only docks for so long," Hopefully this outfit will be enough to get us by. Melissa would say, though she would remain were she was. This was not her crew, generally with Leparo she moved on gut instinct, this crew was new to her and her gut could be incredibly wrong. "Whats the next move captain" the marine disguised female would utter. Her eyes would scan those with her, her eyes halted gently upon the man whom had been drunk upon their entrance to the grandline.

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The one already in the marine uniform would follow, awaiting the arrows to take out their opponents. This would put Melissa Devaroux on guard duty, making sure that no one was going to come in to the carriage while the two were changing. She would give of a gentle giggle at the humour of their navigator. "Thats assuming you have something to peek at" She would say jokingly adding a little wink in his direction. As Flash went to put his clothes upon the corpse Melissa would halt him. "We should toss them over. We don't want anyone checking the ship before it departs and finding dead bodies." She would say to the others. A job easily done on her own, she placed every corpse upon her shoulder, with a mighty swing she launched them. They did not last long in the water, the carnivorous fish would have a rather lovely dinner. It would seem they were ready. "Lets go take our seats"

Melissa would walk with purpose, she had disguised her self as a marine before, she knew it was all in the attitude, being wanted in the blues, she wondered if Naga and herself were even known off in this area, the grandline had many famous pirates why would they be any different. Finding empty seats she would sit on one. The seat next to her was occupied by a single marine, while the two in front of her were free. "Hey handsome, Vagina Filange, just transferred here from the South Blue. These are my colleagues, Amanda Hugnkiss and Chip Mydick." Melissa would say introducing each friend with a wave of her hand. You would think that going in to enies she would lose some of her humour, but alas she had decided upon their aliases and now they were stuck. Unless they killed their new friend of course. "Tyson Matthew, West Blue, Wow your beautiful...I mean...I mean OOFT NO I MEAN, I AM SO SORRY" The marine uttered as he flushed with embarrassment. Melissa placed her hand upon his leg, her come hither eyes were flirtatious. "So Stud, How long do you think this is going to take, I'm not great with trains, they make me so hot and bothered." The female said her voice breaking with fake torment. she fanned herself gently winking to the man.

To her surprise the train began to slow down, IT would seem they would be arriving in enies in less than a few minutes. "Not long now, then we get to see the headquarters. IM SO EXCITED HOT GIRL I MEAN AAAH" he said going even redder, though she had no idea this was possible.  The train stopped and he stood up. Melissa stood up also following his lead. "Lets go" she mouthed to her comrades.

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At Naga's question, Melissa would look bewlidered. "You mean you never used all of that, to get information out of someone, a little flirtation to the nervous guy in the room, to the guy who looks like someone might not be to interested in him. You just pick a target and let your hands to the talking" Melissa would say with a wink to her female comrade. Yet it would be the navigator of the crew whom would get gushed over next. A female marine recruit would be gushing over the log pose. Thankfully it seemed the pirate was quick on his story. A smile of approval would flash upon her face, she walked towards the navigator, her hand upon her hip as if she were upon the catwalk. Eyes upon her, confidence radiated from her. She oozed it. Her hands found their way to Nicky's chest as she came up behind him. Her eyes looking at the female. "He is ever so impressive isn't he" She would say before kissing his cheek gently. It would seem the girl got the message, she backed away stuttering before blending in to the crowd. "I said its time to go" Melissa would whisper in to his ear, a cocky grin upon her mouth.

As they exited the train, they found their selves upon a small island above the abyss that the water ran in to. It reminded Melissa of an old story, The sea monster Charybdis was below them, Melissa was sure of it. Thankfully the three blended in perfectly. The large group of recruits all huddled together. Three people stood upon a platform blocking the bridge in front of them. One was obviously the full authority figure, a woman, blond hair, slender and radiated an aura of power so strong that Melissa stumbled. The other marines seemed to hit the deck, some resisting slightly, Melissa grasped the hands of her allies. This feeling was something she had felt, released once herself. The haki of the kings Naga had called it. Naga probably did not need her help, her Haki was superior to Melissas, the Kuja having such talent in the art.

The navigator on the other hand had none, so Melissa tried to channel her own power over them, it seemed to work. The man would probably still struggle but between the two haki wielders, she was positive that he would stay upon his feet. Some marines kneeled, struggling against the invisible sky. They reminded Melissa of Atlas, the Titan holding up the sky. Did power of this haki really bring those to their knees. "All those whom are on their knees, you pass. Those whom stand, you are outstanding examples of marine dedication, you pass. Those sprawled upon the ground. Remain, the train shall collect you and take you back. You have failed. Return when you can withstand five percent of my power." The female said....five percent......wow.

Then she was gone, turned and walked from the bridge, the weight vanished. Melissa would not let go of her allies, her eyes upon the two remaining. She felt power, such strength from both of them. "Here we go....Lets do this" She would say as she walked, her friends arms still in hers. Not for their protection....but to comfort herself.

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