Cyrus disembarked from the Revolutionary transport ship onto a warm beach, far different than the island he had called home the past month or so. He swept his eyes along the coast, taking in the warm air with a deep inhale and sighing with pleasant relief, I'd say I'm going to miss the cold, but I'd be lying. He said to no one in particular before his pack of things landed with a thump in the sand. Cyrus turned and waved up the Revolutionary who had dropped his things. The Revolutionary waved back before disappearing back into the ship. The plank was drawn up and the ship set sail once again without a word. On the way over the Revolutionary who captained that particular transport vehicle had explained Cyrus's promotion to him and the benefits it came with. He was a Revolutionary Lieutenant now and that meant he would be issued his own ship and crew. The captain had asked Cyrus a series of questions about the design of his ship and what he might want specifically on board so long as it complied with the standards of the Revolution. The captain then explained that his ship would be completed in a few days and arrive, along with crew, within the week.

Now on the beaches of Jaya Island, Cyrus thought about his options. Apparently he was to find a shipwright said to be working on the island. Cyrus was in no rush however, he had at least a week on the island to find this Revolutionary shipwright. He contemplated just laying down in the warm sand and letting it soak into his body, warming him from the outside in. Instead however, he decided to go for the inside out approach and headed towards Mock Town in search of the first bar.

Cyrus walked along the bustling streets of Mock Town with its shanty buildings and colorful people. He felt much more at home here than the quiet, near empty streets of the north windswept Drum Island. The people were loud and boisterous and Cyrus could spot the big personalities from a mile out. Pirates were the profession of the week it seemed in Mock Town, which was just fine by him. The last thing he needed were Marine filled streets and truth be told most of the Revolutionaries he had encountered lately hadn't been all that interesting or talkative. Truthfully he was looking forward to spending some time among rapists and murderers. As he walked along the streets smells, not just sights and sounds bombarded his senses as he scanned over numerous open food stands lining the walkways. Meats, fish and even strange looking vegetables roasted over open fires or grilled quickly on hot metal grates. The succulent smells were almost too much for Cyrus to handle and it was only then that it occurred to him he hadn't eaten anything that morning.

Approaching a vendor, a stout little man with a big bushy mustache, Cyrus eyed one of the kebab looking things he was pedaling. Pointing to one, the man plucked it from the grill and handed it over in exchange for a few beli from Cyrus, who obliged happily. As Cyrus took the first bite of succulent meat, a conversation caught his attention. It wasn't exactly uncommon for someone to call another person a monster, especially when in a town filled to the brim with pirates, but it took a special breed of person to be a child killer. As the accusing woman and her friend left the accused to his sweeping, Cyrus eyed the man up and down for a moment, taking him in. He certainly didn't look like a child killer...but then again Cyrus didn't know all that many child killers. He noticed the boy's mouth moving as he swept and it dawned on Cyrus that this boy was actually singing. More so to himself than anyone else, but singing none the less. Now there was an interesting combination, a singing child killer working in a pub. That would make for a perfectly fine drinking buddy.

However, as Cyrus went to approach the young man, another commotion broke out not ten feet from where he was standing. As Cyrus turned his attention to this latest buzz, he noticed a small boy running for his life. The boy clearly hadn't bathed in, what Cyrus could only assume to be, weeks. He ran with a bundle of food, straight into the foot of a pirate. To put it simply, some asshole had just kicked this kid in the face. On instinct Cyrus suddenly found himself between the pirate and the kid who lay on the floor, his world quite literally rocked. Honestly my friend, you seem the pirate type and yet here you are stopping a future pirate to be for doing something oh so piratey? That seems very un-piratey of you. I mean for god's sake man he's STEALING, that's right up your people's alley. You should be rewarding this boy, or at the very least encouraging him. Cyrus shook his head, clearly expressing his distaste for the pirate's actions. He then bumped the child lightly with his cane, tapping him twice on the side, Come on then, up you go. The Revolutionary said, taking a large bite from his shish-kebob while looking down at the small child.

Cyrus eyed the young man who had been sweeping as he approached and checked on the downed thief, he said nothing to the younger man, simply observed as he looked the thief over. Cyrus heard the pirate babbling on about honor among thieves or some other useless prattle but paid little to no attention. He was fixed on Junbei (though of course he didn't know the man's name), wondering how this tavern keep would respond. He had a feeling things were going to get interesting, and, so they did. As if on cue Junbei stood up, anger coursing through his body. Cyrus had seen anger like that many times, he was an expert people watcher and this was nothing new. As the boy began yelling at the pirate, Cyrus took a final bite from his kebab, finishing the meal just as the show began.

Oddly, the pirate seemed to recognize Junbei from somewhere, just as the woman had earlier. This boy's history ran deeper and darker than Cyrus initially assumed, Interesting...very interesting... So first he was a child killer, now he was a punching bag for some guy named Captain Kipp. Well that's a stupid name. Cyrus said to no one in particular, but realized it was time to step in. Placing a gentle hand on Junbei's shoulder, Cyrus stepped between the two before anyone could do anything stupid. After all if Junbei got beat or murdered or...if there was even any legal system on this island...arrested, then Cyrus wouldn't have anyone to drink with and he really wanted a drink. 20,000,000 you say? Oh dear, oh me, we have quite the intimidating figure here folks. Cyrus said, thinking about his own bounty which had to be at least 10,000,000 more than this pathetic pirates at this point. There was no need to let the captain know that though, he was insinuating a pissing contest and Cyrus wasn't about to drop down to the level of an idiot. It was quite apparent if he did drop down to Captain Michael's level of idiocy, the pirate would beat him with experience.

So instead, Cyrus went for cold hard truth, You do realize you're in Paradise now, right? This isn't the Blues where your mother could powder your ass and kiss you on the forehead before sending you on your way every morning with a packed lunch to plunder some already poor civilians. 20,000,000 bounty is nothing here, that's not even average. You're below average Captain Michael, a bug who picks on starving children for his own amusement and then inflates his own ego by making up ridiculous claims. Now piss off, you're making me feel bad for the human race just being in your presence. With that said, Cyrus looked over Captain Michael's shoulder where the man who had initially been pursuing the boy had finally caught up. He looked winded and unsure of what to do in such a situation, What did the kid steal? Some food? I'll cover it, just tell me how much I owe you.

Cyrus frowned as the restaurant owner explained the situation. He felt guilty assuming the man had simply been some heartless owner who couldn't stand the thought of losing a loaf of bread. He looked at the man for a moment, catching his eye before nodding in respectful acknowledgement and stepping to the side so that the man could have words with the boy. Cyrus smirked as the kid yelled at the owner, Shame, for a moment there I thought he'd make a decent Revolutionary someday. Sounds like he wants to be on the other side of the law though, probably for the best in the long run. Cyrus thought as he watched the two converse. Suddenly guns were being drawn and Cyrus was confused for a moment. Of course he had completely ignored whatever Michael had been saying so Cyrus quickly played a game of mental catchup to understand the situation. However it seemed there was unrest among the crew as one of Michael's own men took a bullet to the temple. Cyrus didn't so much as flinch. He had seen bloodshed too many times for it effect him now. Another body in the street was nothing compared to the things he'd seen.

Well that was dumb. Cyrus said bluntly, not even realizing he had spoken until after the words had come out. Honestly, you had us eight to two, I'm excluding the kid and our restaurant friend for obvious reasons, and now you dropped it to seven to two. Cyrus rolled his eyes, honestly some people. It wasn't like the guy wouldn't have joined in and shot the kid anyway, he was clearly spineless and terrified of his sniveling captain. Instead of just forcing him to comply Michael had just wasted a valuable asset. However, Cyrus quickly moved on from the critique of Michael's intelligence as the musician expertly disarmed the loudmouth captain. Cyrus raised an eyebrow, Truly you get more and more interesting the longer I stand here with you. Cyrus said to Junbei, realizing the younger man had no idea Cyrus had been thinking about and observing him this whole time. He noticed others were drawing their weapons and the taste of a fight filled the air. Alright look, you seem pretty interested in giving this Michael guy a piece of your mind so I'll let you deal with that nuisance. The other six are mine though. Cyrus said with a grin, standing up straight with both hands resting on his cane. By the way, since we're about to fight for our lives together I figure I should at least know your name. My name is... He paused for a moment, thinking about his wanted posted. This was an island filled with pirates so he was in no danger with the marines, but still, it never hurt to be too careful, Bond, James Bond. And you are?

OCC: Note Michael though having a 'high' bounty is attributed to him murdering innocent civilians in the past. His strength is around no more than Tier 1. With his grunts also being around the same capabilities.

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Stamina :

OOC: Got it, I kinda figured this guy was a pushover haha. Thanks for the heads up.

Cyrus's eyebrow raised, piqued with curiosity at the man's mention of raising money for two. Two meant he wasn't the loner type Cyrus initially pegged him as. The plot thickens. He mumbled but said nothing more, noting that the man hadn't given his name as Cyrus had asked. He wasn't too hurt though, considering Cyrus himself had given a fake name. Regardless, there were more important matters at hand currently and Cyrus turned his attention to them for the moment. While Junbei dealt with their captain, it seemed the crew was Cyrus's for the day. Alright gents, now watch closely because what I'm about to do is going to happen very quickly and I wouldn't want anyone to get confused, alright? Cyrus said with a smile before unsheathing his sword and springing the scythe blade from its concealed area along the length of the cane. In quick, fluid movements Cyrus brought the sickle upwards, slicing the air and then brought he sword down, through the pocket of air. The sword itself had sparked ablaze for a moment, just long enough to ignite the oxygen and create a small explosion of flames in front of Cyrus. The explosion would go outward however, away from Cyrus and Junbei and directly into the faces of Michael's crew.

The crew stood in a ring around Cyrus and Junbei with all but one of them being within range of the fireball. Luckily, for them anyway, they stood far enough away that the fireball would simply knock them down and possibly burn their faces and hands a bit but they would in fact survive. With most of the crew taken care of Cyrus would scan his surroundings, his weapons already back in their hiding places within his cane. For the grunts, and most likely the civilians that gathered around to watch, it would appear as though Cyrus had never moved. Noticing that he was short a grunt, Cyrus saw a similarly dressed man running off in the direction the manager and kid thief had run.

Sighing, Cyrus took off, blurring out of existence and right behind the left over henchmen. With a quick movement of his cane, Cyrus knocked the man's knees together painfully. The man would fall and Cyrus would unhinge the scythe blade once more looping it under the man's neck who lay on the ground. Leaning down, Cyrus would half whisper to the man, Look, I know you're trying to be cheeky, running after the boy and what not. Captain's orders and all that rif raf but honestly, that was just dumb. So here's what's going to happen, you're going to get up, go check on your friends back there and get them out of here. Most of them are suffering from some degree of burn so make sure, at the very least, you get some cold water on them ASAP, okay? Cyrus stood up to full fight, pulling the scythe upwards and with it the man's neck. He was careful not to cut too deeply but the pressure was enough to cause a thin trickle of blood to appear. Of course you don't have to listen to my suggestions. I could just end it all for you right here. No more fighting, no more annoying orders, no more anything. Just a peaceful black void for the rest of...oh, say...eternity? Your call friend, I'm up for whatever.

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Cyrus smiled, he had to admit he was taking a little bit of pleasure in this grunt's begging, Alright, alright, don't wet yourself. Cyrus said, retracting the scythe blade back into the cane and allowing the man to get up and get out. Oh, but before you go a little advice. Put your faith in someone else, okay? Maybe pick your friends a little better next time. Just a thought. Cyrus said with a shrug, resting his cane on his right shoulder. He took his hat off with his other hand, inspecting it before brushing it against his leg several times to get the dirt and dust off. It was only now that he really noticed the crowd, he wasn't much for public displays but what's done is done as they say and he decided to take it in stride. Giving a bit of a bow to the crowd, Cyrus smiled as the man he had been holding hostage for a moment ran off with the remainder of his friends.

Cyrus turned to Junbei as the other man spoke, Posters? Hmm, maybe, couldn't really say. Although I do often get told I have a familiar face. He still wasn't sure about the kid, not that he didn't trust him but there was no point in drawing any more attention to himself than had already been done. In the distance over Junbei's shoulder he could hear the noises of Marines mobilizing and sighed. Part of him wanted to engage these Marines. The pirates had been pushovers and while they jumpstarted his desire to spill blood, they had left him feeling a bit empty, unable to satiate that desire. Then again, Junbei had offered a drink to which Cyrus said, Oh jeez, I thought you'd never ask. It seemed today alcohol won out over violence as Cyrus followed Junbei into the bar.

Cyrus took the mug thankfully, observing the concoction of liquor and fruit juice thoughtfully before taking a sip. It was an interesting combo, the dark liquor followed by a tang of fruit. It wasn't his favorite drink in the world, but it was far from the worst he had ever had. Cyrus raised an eyebrow at the accusation of being an "old man", Old man?! I'm what? Five, six, seven years at the most older than you. How old do I look? Cyrus asked, shaking his head, If I look that bad I really do need to stop drinking. He sighed before taking another sip of the beverage. Cyrus looked around the bar for a minute, taking in his surroundings. It was old, weathered and well used but it certainly had character. He turned back to Junbei, Someone of my caliber? Hmm, you say that like it's impressive. I'm nothing special, certainly not in these waters. If you're judging me based on that scuffle out there then I should be asking you the same thing considering how quickly you dealt with that hot head.

Cyrus swirled the liquid around in his mug, absently. He took a seat on one of the bar stools by the bar itself, sitting across from where Junbei stood. He smirked as the boy asked him his name, It sounded to me like you already knew my name out there. You can call me Cyrus though, nice to meet you Junbei. He said, extending his hand. Cyrus wasn't one to beat around the bush, unless it was to amuse himself, so he decided to cut to the chase, So what's a child killer working as a barkeep doing here on Jaya Island? He said it quietly enough so that anyone listening wouldn't be able to make out the words exchanged between the two of them. He studied Junbei's face, looking for tells that might better let him read the boy's reactions.