Arc Type: Turf Preparation / Standard
Arc Name: Cleaning Briss Kingdom
Arc Tier: 2
Sea: South Blue
Island: Briss Kingdom
Arc Description: The goal of the Arc is to weaken the standing of the Marines in Briss Kingdom and pull their attention away from their own base to the city, to prepare destroying the local base.



Task Name: Hunting Seagulls II
Tier: 2
NPC or PC: NPC
Location: Briss Kingdom
Crew, Team, or Personal: Personal/Team
Description: After the view Marines that were on the ship were taken care of it is time to hunt the little birds that flew into the city. Again not talking about actual birds. They can be found split up in multiple pubs and other establishments across the city.
Enemy Details: About 3 groups of 1-3 Marines at least one of them T2
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Blake was playing with the Tanto in her sleeve, flicking it in and out of the sheath. If She was not careful the blade would end up cutting the inside of her arm while doing it, but that was half the fun. People were risking their life every day as soon as they exit their bed, no actually even just before that. Being born was enough to risk your life, anyone scarred was better of staying in their mother. The young Kuja had often displayed the risk of death to the world, not only by killing Marines, as she planed to do in the course of the night, but for some people it had been enough to step out of their door to step into her knife. It was a good thing to always remember that death was lingering over everyone, just biding his time, to find a good moment to strike.
When thinking about it she was clearly thinking of some form of power outside the human real, but if there were any gods, then death would be the king and giggling she said out loud: “And I would be his queen.”
Obviously it was just the silly fantasies of a young girl. She had no real concept of religion or gods and clearly she did not imagine herself to be any god's wife. The idea of being anyone's wife to begin with was not to her taste.  

Meanwhile she had begun to look around the city for the little seagulls that had left their flock, a flock of seagull was called a colony, and had reached the district with the highest density of pubs. The street was filled to the brim as she worked her way past prostitutes and drunks to find the entrance of the first pub on the street. It was a cony, smoke filled place, old furniture and mainly old people. With a beard to face ratio of one. It was that sort of place you would visit if you wanted to find someone to play cards with or have a heartfelt talk with the barkeeper about your cheating wife, but also a great place to just escape from the noise of daily life and have a quiet evening. Coincidentally it was also the bar where Blake sometimes help out as waitress or dish cleaner.


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Blake looked around, without seeing any of the seagulls around. She had not expected to meet any Marine in the first bar anyway, but it was worth asking the boss if he had seen them. Pushing herself past the men, at the bar, she leaned over it and waved to him. “Hey Jack.” They called him Jack the ripper, because his speciality was a drink that ripped out your guts quite well. The Kuja had tried it once and could only attest to that.

“What's up, isn't today your day off?” The old barkeeper was always friendly, which in combination with his majestic beard attracted many of the customers. Blake had to yell for the man to hear her across the noise of the full bar: “I am looking for some Marines, they lost something and I picked it up.” A lie that came at her much too easy. The barkeeper, much too honest thought about if for a moment, while pouring the beer for another guest. Then he returned to Blake and placed a glass for her too.
“I think there were two guys that are Marines, they left a while ago, probably throwing up after the drink I gave them.” Blake smiled, if they had fallen victim to the ripper they would not have gotten far and were most likely around the bar, puking their guts out. “Thanks Jack, give that beer to someone for free, I see you tomorrow.” The little murderer smiled brightly and playfully pet the older man on the head, then jumped of the bar and made her way to the door.

When hit by the ripper the place where most people let there guts out was the ally right next to the bar. Peaking around the corner she spotted her targets. With a huge grin she pulled her hood deeper over her face and approached the men. They did not even notice her till she stood right next to them. She could not help but laugh a bit at the display. One tried to turn towards her, but twitched heavily and started throwing his food over the wall next to Blake. “You don't look well. I honestly don't know what to do.” She actually was honest, she felt a bit of joy just watching them suffer, on the other hand she had no time to just watch them, there were more people to kill.

Carefully she leaned towards the closest of the two and gently gave him a few pats on the back, then just like she had practices before, two fingers got hold of her tanto's grip and flicked it into her hand, then dug it into the man's neck with ease. The far man turned around in shock as he saw his friend collapse, but before opening his puke filled mouth he collapsed, landing next to his friend in their own puddle of stomach acid, food and cheap alcohol. Where Blake just had to be careful to not dirty herself while silting his throat.


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"WHERE IS IT?! I KNOW YOU TOOK IT!"

"Woah, calm down! What are you talking about?!"

"DON'T BULLSHIT ME!"


So much drama. When Eldritch picked the pocket of the man that was now so passionately belligerent, he hadn't expected that the male would react in such a way. Though it was true most people never really reacted in positive ways when a possession of theirs had been stolen, he hadn't expected a reaction like this out of someone that Eldritch initially thought of as "meek". It was obvious that this had been a prime example of "judging a book by its cover". In spite of this unexpected reaction, Eldritch found this entire fiasco quite entertaining. It probably wouldn't have been this entertaining had Eldritch been the target of this male's outburst, but since the man had his sights set on an innocent bystander as being the perpetrator of the theft Eldritch had been able to sit back and relax while watching the events unfold. 

Even though Eldritch would never admit it, he loved the drama that a majority of his actions always seemed to cause. There was something almost addictive about seeing how much your actions could affect the world around you, and how easily one could influence the emotions and reactions of another. The atmosphere within the tavern that was once filled with nothing but peace, love, and good vibes had now been replaced with a tension so thick that it could be cut with a chainsaw. The fighting between the belligerent male and the innocent bystander even seemed to infect others, causing them to do the same. People were now frustrated and arguing about inconsequential matters. Anger seemed to always be the easiest emotion to infect others with, and despite how entertaining this all was, Eldritch knew he needed to make an exit before he ended up a victim of his own doing. 

With his ill-gotten gains in pocket, Eldritch thought that it may have been about time to prepare himself to exit - but not before he had another drink, of course. After the bartender made his way over to him and poured Eldritch yet another drink, the bearded man also began pouring a drink for a girl that had only recently made her way into the bar. She'd shown up and began asking about the location of a few Marines. However, before Eldritch could hear the end of this conversation he found himself already finishing his drink. With a short sigh, the young man placed a few Beli notes on the bar and made his way out of the door.

Eldritch found himself surprised as he looked around the town, wondering why it looked completely different than it had only hours earlier. It then occurred to him that he'd walked inside of that tavern in the middle of the day, and the scene was now completely dark. He hadn't been in this town long at all and he knew almost nothing about it. This ignorance coupled with the fact that it was now completely dark outside (save for a few street lamps), meant that Eldritch was completely and utterly lost. This of course didn't stop Eldritch from deciding that his best course of action would be to just walk straight and hope he'd run into something that gave him an idea of where he was. Luckily, before he could make good on this course of action, the girl that he'd only briefly encountered earlier in the bar had finally made her exit as well. 

After a short debate in his head about whether or not he should ask this woman for direction, Eldritch finally decided that getting some help from a local would probably be easier than simply wandering around Briss in the dark. As he came to this conclusion, he noticed that she'd already seemed to be walking a short distance away to the alley nearest the bar. From her mannerisms, Eldritch could already tell that something was going on with her, and that it was about a bit more than merely returning a simple item as most people didn't necessarily need to peek around corners or lower their hood in order to do so.

With all of this piquing his interests, Eldritch decided that this may have been interesting enough to put off sleep to witness. With the soundless human's power activated, Eldritch began to sneak towards the location that the girl once stood at the entrance of the alley- about a distance of 13 meters away from his current position. Once he reached the location, Eldritch managed to peek around the corner of the alleyway in time to witness two murders that were utterly graceful in their execution. It had been a while since Eldritch had seen an obviously well trained killer. Sure, it wasn't exactly rare to find one man killing another; but it was rare to see the talents of someone who had training in the art of killing as swiftly and efficiently as possible. With his devil fruit abilities now willingly canceled, Eldritch believed that it was now time to give away the fact that he was there. Of course, the idea of antagonizing a woman that just killed two men in an instant probably wasn't the wisest course of action, but then again, Eldritch didn't hold any intent to antagonize her. In fact, Eldritch merely wanted to state how impressive he found her skills to be. Just in case though, Eldritch continued to stand at his distance of ten meters away from the female. 

"Woahhh, that was pretty cool, lady. Where'd you learn to do that?"

Eldritch was genuinely curious about where she'd learned how to make use of a dagger so eloquently. He had access to a dagger of his own, and though he liked to think that he was able to make use of it better than the average assassin, he had to admit that his mastery with the blade didn't come close to hers. 

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Blake was just wiping her blade when the sudden sound of a boy's voice made her twist around instantly. In reflex she pulled her hood even lower, only barely able to see the boy past it and covering her face in shadows, leaving only her mouth and long hair visible. For a split second she thought about scanning the area with her Haki, but then she remembered how tiring that was and decided against it. Her next course of action was to estimate the boy's level of danger to her. She was unsure who he was and had not seen him around town. He seemed younger than her, maybe slightly weaker, his words were either innocent, no actually stupid, admiration of her act or the genuine interest of someone in the same field of work. It would not have been the first time that she saw a kid thief or murderer, they were valuable tools. Even in the dim light of the ally she noticed the bag under his eyes, maybe a sign of lost sleep over actions done, or because of an unhealthy living habit. All of it pointed clearly pointed towards the boy being someone with a dark occupation.

“This?” Blake lifted her hand and quickly performed the flick of the wrist to pull her dagger out of the sleeve, then grinning a little from under the hood repeated the same with her other hand, before letting both daggers sink back into their sheaths. Like any magicians student she was quite proud of her dexterity and never shy to display it. As someone had once said to her: “the whole life is a show”. She slowly stepped closer to the boy, her hands raised high to not make him worry about it. A confrontation with someone that had seen her trick was never a good idea.

When she stood within arms reach of the boy she slowly lifted her hood and looked him in the eyes, smiling and using the moment he would be focused to pull a dagger again and point it at his throat, but she had no intention of killing him, after all it was still just a show, instead she removed the dagger and laughed: “Just some little magic tricks, you should see what I can do with a deck of cards.” After a precautions step backwards to get out of arm's reach again, she gazed back at the Marines for a moment and sighed. “Excuse me please.”

She had to do something else before dealing with the boy, since she wanted to keep her side job at the bar and felt no need to be suspected to be a killer by the owner. Therefore she took a deep breath and screamed on top of her lung, rushing past the boy, without letting him out of her sight and back to the bar's door. “They... someone.... I didn't see who....” Her speech was intentionally broken, her voice shaking, her eyes full of shock, shock she had seen too often in her victims. “In the ally... Oh my god please get a doctor!”

The honest and good people of the bar jumped up, ignoring there own drunkenness and rushed past the shaking girl to get a look. While Blake quickly slid in between them, reached out for the boy's hand in an attempt to pull him away, through the gathering mass of people and into the next best bar or inn across the street. Her shaking had disappeared just as sudden as it had appeared. Instead she displayed a great sense of confident, while not too sure what action to take next. Option one: kill the boy, but she had missed the best chance to do that. Option two: just have a nice talk and see if he was of value, which seemed better. “Let's talk!”


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After watching the girl's startled reaction to his question Eldritch began to wonder if he'd made the right move in interrupting her. He didn't feel this way necessarily because of how close she was now moving towards him in order to answer his question, but because it now felt a bit rude that he hadn't allowed he finish her work. After all, they were now standing in an alley with two dead bodies behind them while she was now demonstrating her abilities with a dagger. It was obvious she had planned on doing something else with her time besides demonstrating how close she could place a dagger to his neck without injuring him, but she'd been forced into an uncomfortable situation with the arrival of someone witnessing a crime she'd gone out of her way to conceal. Had the situation been the other way around, Eldritch felt as though he probably would have killed the girl had she stumbled across him in the act of finishing a contract as most times a witness equaled complications.

Almost immediately after her display, the girl excused herself after taking a step backwards and returning her attention back to the two dead bodies behind them. It seemed that Eldritch's primary assumption had been correct and that she hadn't quite completed her work. Soon enough, the young girl let out a blood curdling scream; one that roused the attention of the bar owner and the patrons of the bar, causing them to spill out into the streets before they all made their way to the alley. The crowd of people frantically rushed to the side of the girl who then began to speak in an almost winded manner - giving the impression that she'd been so shocked by the sights of two dead bodies that she didn't know how to deal with it all. With so many people now gathered, people from the inn across the street included as well, this scene had now turned into a mass of hysteria.

Eldritch wasn't exactly sure what his next move should be in this situation and he almost immediately began to realize that this was far too many people to deal with. With such a crowd forming, it was almost assured that authorities would soon be arriving to see what all the fuss was about - and with the bodies of two dead marine decorating the pavement staying here wasn't exactly in the young assassin's best interest. It was then that Eldritch felt a firm grip on his right hand that then proceeded to drag him. Before Eldritch could pull his hand back towards himself, he realized he was being dragged through the crowd by the girl he'd only just met minutes ago. Speaking loud enough so that he could hear her through the loudness and confusion of the crowd, he heard her exclaim that they should talk while still dragging him.

"Talk? About what?"

Eldritch was genuinely curious as he asked these two questions in swift succession. He'd already seen the "magic" trick that this girl wanted to show him; he didn't exactly have anything else he wished to discuss or converse about...so what was it that this girl wanted? 

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“First of what are you? A killer? A thief?” Blake did not wish to waste any time if she had no reason to. The commotion would attract guards or even worse the Marines she wanted to kill. For a moment she just wanted everyone to shut up and be quiet so she could sort it all out. Her head was still jumping left and right trying to sort out what the best course of actions would be. It drove her crazy, killing a few lonely Marines was supposed to be so easy. Stab the two in the backstreet, get away and start looking for the others, but no some stupid boy at to see her.

Angrily she glared at him and raised her voice to explain: “I had plans for tonight, there are more people I want to kill and I really feel interrupted by the presence of a witness.” Anger was pointless and not a good mood to work in, walking a small circle in the lobby she had dragged the boy into and sighing, she tried to calm herself. If just the people outside would shut up for a moment and stopped causing a ruckus over two dead bodies. She hated people that had never seen a dead person, especially those loud screaming women.  

“Anyway I am trying to determine if...” Another loud noise interrupted her and she finally had enough, running to the door she pulled it open yelling on the top of her lung: “SHUT UP!!” and her Haki flared up bright pink, covering the distance across the street and a bit more, knocking the whole group of people near her unconscious and creating a moment of silence. Laughing she turned back to the boy to continue and also to see if he was still awake. “...if you are a danger to me or if you going to help me finish the few kills still left for the night”  

That said she put on a smile and leaped over the first body near the door way and looked around. Haki really was scary and the suddenness with which all the people had fallen down slowly started to attract more attention, lucky most people were slow in their intoxicated state. Yet she was a little disappointed with her sloppy work. Still smiling she turned around to the boy and asked: “So are you coming or do you want to join them?” When mentioning “them” she did not point at the people on the street, but towards the alley across.


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Eldritch let out a genuine laugh as he listened to the first question the girl seemed to have for him. Though it was a funny question to ask in such a manner, inwardly, he began to wonder what exactly caused her to assume that he was either of those two choices. Most people didn't make either of those assumptions when they met him; with most simply assuming him was a brat - and that's what usually helped him get so close to his targets if he ever needed to. The urge to lie in this circumstance was pretty high, and the obvious response to someone asking you to out the criminal activities that you've been a part of would be a lie - thus, he responded in kind. 

"What are you talking about? I'm neither! Now unhan-"

Before he could pull himself away from the girl or finish what he was saying, he found himself being caught off guard by an angry glare that she'd thrown in his direction before she began to speak once more. The annoyance she currently felt as a result of Eldritch walking in on her during the act of murder was something that appeared to be a lot more than Eldritch initially thought it was, but it made the fact that they were currently in this situation all the more confusing. Why was she spending time attempting to learn more about him compared to separating herself from him, finishing the rest of her kills, and going into hiding? Why was she attempting to get to know him instead? Maybe it was just his personal take on the situation, since he always found it easy enough to destroy or leave anything behind that he could have seen as a liability. He never found him self too attached to anything - people included.

The duo soon came to a halt inside of the lobby of a building, and the girl finally relinquished her grip on Eldritch's hand. There seemed to be more going on in her head than she was actually vocalizing, her frantic and annoyed mannerisms beginning to boil over until she finally made her way to the the door of the building and let out a very loud scream which preceded a burst of what appeared to be bright pink energy. Though Eldritch didn't feel any effects from the wave as it washed over him, he couldn't help but instinctively unsling Sorrow from his shoulder and point the barrel of the rifle in the direction of the female. With the distance between himself and the girl at this point only being about ten meters, it wouldn't have been hard at all to take her out and simply go about his day - however, he found himself extremely intrigued by the power he'd just seen her employ. Even though he could tell this woman was skilled with the use of a blade, those were skills that could be learned with training; but what she'd just done with this burst of energy, that was something entirely different. The only other explanation that could come to mind was that this woman was a devil fruit eater, just as as he was. 

This assumption was one that probably would have been enough for anyone else, but Eldritch's curiosity seemed to always be able to get the better of him. Just as this entire situation had been started because of his curiosity, he also couldn't allow for a question of how something occurred to go unanswered. With his rifle still aimed for the female's chest, Eldritch began to speak with his eyes trained on her; unintentionally ignoring both her threat and her question on whether or not he was a danger to her. 

"How did you do that?"


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A soft sigh escaped Blake as she looked at the rifle pointed at her. “So you are a killer, you could have said so.” But the question asked left her shaking her head, before she grinned and calmly pulled her hood over her head. “Seems like it is not necessary to silence you and if you are so curious to know what I just did, you probably won't kill me.” The girl spoke with full confidence, not a bit scared of having a gun pointed at her, a bit only because she had hardened her upper body with Haki under her shirt, a bit because she believed what she said was true.

Yet she took the time to think of a next step for a moment before acting. While keeping her eyes on the trigger finger of the boy. The constant intentional and less intentional use of Haki was draining, fighting the boy was an option, the distance between them made her dagger just as dangerous as his rifle, if she deflected or dodged the first shot enough to not die from it. The boy probably knew, that if his first shot was not enough to kill or stop her, he would actually be at a disadvantage and probably figured that Blake had something up her sleeve, something other than just a pair of daggers, otherwise she would not be acting with such confidence. That concluded that fighting was not the best option, but there was also no point in convincing the boy to help her.

In the end convincing him would just take unnecessary time. “Fine”, she sighed again and shrugged, “threatening you was rather rude. Just go your way and I go my way.“ Blake was crazy, but could also be reasonable, as long as someone did not try to find a reason as to why she should not kill a Marine. “Maybe next time I explain the trick to you too.” With a soft smile she stepped backwards over another unconscious person, near the door, then quickly spun to the side and dashed a few steps up the street and then into another narrow alley.

Blake knew all the back alley's around the bar district and with ease curved around multiple corners, before she reached the next big street and slid into the crowd like a snake. In all honesty she was more than angry about the whole ordeal. It had not only distracted her from her actual goal, it had tired her. Maybe the best idea was to take a small break and head towards the port area, as the Marines were most likely on their way to their, hopefully fully burning, ship. That said she decided to drop into one more bar to take a look around, also to regain her energy with a cold glass of juice.

As she slipped into the door, past a bunch of women her hand just quickly reached into a purse and secured enough to pay for the juice, then she sat down at a desk with her eyes towards the door and took a deep breath to start relaxing, before she waved the waitress to her. The bar was a bit more fancy than the place she had visited before, which attracted mostly women of rich families and men that were attracted by rich women. It was unlikely to see a Marine in such a place, unless he was of higher position, at least a captain or better.

Lucky the man she spotted entering a moment after she got her juice was just that. With swagger in his steps a tall man, with a perfectly cut beard and pristine white uniform entered. Even wearing the silly captain's hat. He looked like the perfect face for a recruitment add, but the air around him was just as bad as any Marine's, especially those who thought that they had power.  


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Eldritch found his finger tightening around his trigger the more the woman in front of him continued to speak. Though he hadn't pulled the trigger yet, he began to feel as though the longer this conversation went on the more he'd be forced to pull the trigger. She seemed to be playing all of her cards close to the chest; her desire not to reveal too many of her own secrets seemed to mirror Eldrith completely. In that regard, he couldn't blame her if she didn't want to reveal these things, but not blaming her for these things didn't exactly answer any of his questions.

With a gentle sway, his iron sights were now trained on the area between her eyes as she spoke, the word "fine" crossing her lips as he did this. It seemed that she'd come to some sort of resolution and had just finished arguing the pros and cons of whatever her next move would be. Eldritch wasn't exactly sure what her next move would consist of, but he made sure to keep his eyes trained on her. If she was planning on being violent, then she'd need to be sure she could close the distance between the two of them faster than he could pull a trigger. Eldritch found this idea to be highly unlikely, but given the fact he still didn't understand the mechanics of this "energy" this woman seemed able to use he wasn't sure what else she had up her sleeves. 

Soon enough, the girl began to speak once more. The idea she'd come up with was that they both parted ways instead of engaging in violence. In all honesty, Eldritch preferred to save his bullets for targets that could potentially pay for more ammunition instead of using them in a manner that would only bring attention to himself and give him nothing in return. She then began to speak again, alluding that their might be a next time that they meet. It was something that Eldritch highly doubted, but before he could voice this the girl quickly stepped backwards and out of the building before running off into the city. 

"...Shit"

One thing Eldritch always hated as not getting the last word when it came to the ending of conversations, and it had been quite rude the way she simply ran off in the middle of an exchange. Regardless, the encounter had now come to an end and the civilians in the area were slowly beginning to awaken. Having a weapon drawn in this situation would have likely caused the Marines to be called on him. Opting to take the easy way out, Eldritch quickly slung his rifle across his back and hastily made his exit.

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Blake felt a lot better knowing one of her targets was near by, that saved her from looking for it, or more “him”. Quietly she drank her mango juice, while studying the mannerism of the man, she would kill. One could compare it to smelling a good wine, before taking the first sip. Actually Blake felt more like a chess master, going over every possible opening move, calculating the following steps. Multiple times her brain just stopped at going up to the man and stabbing him in the back right where he was, but that was her hunger for blood speaking not any form of logic.  

While observing him she noticed how cheerful he drank in between his loud boasts of his accomplishments. As her first glass of juice was empty, he had already ordered his third beer. The possible ease of the upcoming kill bored her. It made her sigh softly, while she continued to play with the dagger in her sleeve as she drank the next glas of juice peacefully. Just a small sound each time she pushed the dagger back in its sheath.

Around the murderer and the victim the bar slowly got emptier, many people started heading home or to someone else's home. Blake herself decided to leave as soon as she had rested enough, before the two of them were to be the only ones and she could draw attention to herself. Instead she waited near the door and stretched  a little, before leaning against the wall near the door. She had counted the amount of people still inside the bar, it was a total of five. Two of them were women and three men, including the soon to be dead Marine. Waiting inside the shadow near the door she could hardly contain her wish to kill and eagerly listened to the footsteps approaching the door.

First it was a pair, she could clearly distinguish the light clicking the woman's pretty shoes made, it matched the sound of Blake pushing her Tanto back into it her shirt's arm. She smiled a little as there were only three left.

The second group was yet another woman, this time alone, almost in a rush she passed Blake, who had not even bothered to pull her dagger. This presented a slight problem, there were only two men, one which was meant to die, one which would just be unlucky. She thought about other things that would let her figure out the difference, just by sound. What was the Marine wearing again? Was he carrying a sabre? Was there anything else that made sound? While she was still trying to remember it, she heard a man approach from behind the bar's door. Heavy steps, she tried to listen harder, closed her eyes, imagined the men she had seen before and then just as the door swung open she heard a loud burping sound.

Without hesitation she swung around, her dagger already in her hand and impaled the man's throat with it, before quickly pulling back and taking a closer look. The Marine was not instantly dead, but he struggled to stand on his feet. Terror filled his eyes as he looked at the hooded figure in the shadows, just a small smile was visible under her hood. “Thanks for being such an idiot.” With laughter she slowly backed away, fully disappearing in the dark.

Soon after she was sitting on a box near the port, watching towards the burned remains of what once was a very well painted Pirate ship, illuminated by the soft light of the full moon. A lot of crazy things happened during a full moon, it was only fitting. As she sat there, waiting for the last missing seagulls to return to their nest she thought about the night. Two men she had killed with the pressure of her Haki, one like a sneaky thief. Since she had started her little crusade against the government and rich people years ago, she had always wondered which she really was, a cold blooded murderer or someone born to change the world. Her reasons were somewhat noble, in her eyes at least, her means not so much...

Before she could finish her thought she spotted a group of three men dressed in white. She quickly cleared her mind and approached them hasty in the open, so she could intercept them, before they could see their ship. Pulling her hood back she ran towards them, even yelled out to them: “Helloooo!” She was both excited to kill them, as well as acting the little innocent child, but her earlier notion made her stop just before reaching them. Why was she even acting? Her eyes turned empty. The meeting with the boy flashed before her eyes, why had he pointed a gun at her? It was because he was instinctively sacred, right?

Her steps slowed and she quietly said to herself: “I see.” Lifting her hand as she got close she pointed at the ground. “Kneel!” Obviously the men did not follow her order, instead their drunkenness made them laugh. Blake laughed too as she repeated her order, this time with a more angry look in her eyes and a large flare of her Haki added to it and against their will the men's legs lost all strength and gave way to make them fall on their knees. “Better!”

All the men were able to do was shake under the constant pressure of the girl's Haki. “I do not need to kill you like some lowly thief”, she explained happily as she pulled her dagger to slit the first man's throat, but his friends could not even scream, all their energy and focus was needed to fight against the sheer presence of the girl. They tried their hardest to not pass out, but it changed nothing. Light footed Blake skipped towards the next one, leaned down and slit his throat. At this point tears were rolling down the last man's face. He was a man that cared lots for his friends, a honest and hard working man, someone with a family and children waiting for him. He wanted to beg for his life, but his mouth did not open.

Leaning down to look the man straight in the eyes, the only expression on his killer's face was one of deep, utter bliss. Then Blake quickly cut his throat as well. Ecstasy was running through her whole body as she looked at her work. That last look on his desperate face left her shaking with pleasure, so much that she was drooling.


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