Bumping his head to this simple hiphop type beat he had playing in his head over and over in a endless and seemingly infinite loop, Artem came across this noisy ass place known as ''The Patriot Inn'', or so he read. The sign with the inn's name on it was hanging above the entrance: two salon doors. You could smell the alcohol, tobacco and other types of familiar scents to him from outside.

Even though he could smell a bunch of flowers to him (alcohol, tobacco), it was the music that attracted Artem enough to take a look from the inside. Listen from the inside and deeply inhale a few of those lovely fumes, inside.


His red eyes and his worn out open grey coat were his trademark. To a few he was catagorized as handsome. There was this unique force of attraction his peculiar appearance had, so there were enough eyes inside the inn that studied Artem's appearance from top to bottom. To a few, Artem let out a few words.

However, the only one that drew Artem's eyes was the guy playing the piano. This was because of the pico bello music he was playing.

As the young man got up to go take a look at a poster, Artem would approach him from the left taking a look at the poster himself standing next to the musician.

Silver or Lead? A process full of thought had started in Artem's head. He was quite intelligent, but not one to show it. He liked to keep things up his sleeve. Surprise his enemies, his opponents. If people didn't know that he was to be feared, he could get his enemies to overestimate themselves and underestimate him. And he did so by going around as Artem instead of Osipartem, and leaving his last name in the dark.

Osipartem Morishige. He was the little brother of ''The Grandmaster'' Kiretsu Morishige, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea. Unlike his brother, who is this ruthless and sadistic criminal mastermind, Artem was the somewhat kinder fellow. However, they both share the same trait of being calm and humble. Aside from that, they are both great martial artists but do not share much more than that.

As Artem had taken a look at the poster, he could answer the mans' question.


And then he heard a familiar sound. Shhhh-ing! Artem looked at the man next to him, and eyed the scimitar. He made a ''hmph'' noise as he turned his body for 90 degrees, so he could take a look at the others while the closest one of the group went down to the ground at the snap of the person next to hims' fingers.

His red eyes were quite intimidating, as when his eyes crossed pathways with one of the six it looked as if they took a step backwards.

Artem closed his eyes for a few seconds, and turned his head to the musician.


He said in a questioning fashion like ''what would you like me to do'' or as in ''are you gonna play the game or follow fools in a wild goose chase?'' The thing about Artem was: even though he was a stranger to Junbei, he was no stranger to fighting.

According to this Blue Beard fellow, the man next to him had a bounty over a hundred million berries. That was.. quite alot. His brother's frozen one was way more he believed. He had one of his own too, but nothing major.

Did he just look that way.. or was it his toughness? It could be something influenced by many factors. For one, if he revealed his full name, people would be intimidated by his roots. His eyes were unique. They were red. Red, the color of blood. The color of fire. And his appearance was frightening. He had a muscular build, and the emotionless expression on his face gave away a few hints stating he was fearless.

The man mentioned a guy named Vega. This name had rang a bell inside Artem's head, but he could not figure out the how and what's to this name. The way the man looked at Artem made his curiousity peak, and he followed him. It was unlike him to move like this at a high pace, but nonetheless..

Lead the way, he thought.

In the events that transpired thus far, Artem had found himself a sense of excitement. He was enthusiastic about what was going to happen next. There were times Artem had no joy in his life. This was the reason he started smoking. If he got bored, he'd just light a cigarette. Puff, puff, give it a little tap with his index finger to drop some of the ash on the ground. Somehow, smoking a cigarette also helped him concentrate. Times when he closed his eyes while taking a puff and holding it in his mouth, he could come up with solutions to problems and keys to puzzles.

Artem looked at Junbei, who said something about his name. Something about music.


He stated. Of course, his real name was Osipartem. He followed Junbei wherever he went. They entered another building, somewhat alike the one where they met in the first place. As Junbei took a seat behind a instrument, Artem would enter a pocket of his coat with his hand, pulling out his smokes. He would then put one in his mouth and light it. He took a big puff and held it in his mouth for a minute, holding his breath.

He didn't feel too good about the state they left their adversaries in. They should've moved further away to avoid more conflict or finish it right there. Where Junbei went, it was kind of foolish. The thing is, Artem could use his Haki to kind of make sure they weren't followed. He thought he didn't need to, for he and Junbei had scared those bounty hunters off pretty well.

He was proven wrong however. For at one point, he was quietly puffing away his cigarette listening to Junbei, and the next thing he knew there was a gun to his head. Aside from the gun to his head, he liked his current situation. Junbei was a fun guy, you see. He liked to be in his company. Really, Artem enjoyed it. Blue Beard? That was a part, less fun. Nonetheless.. fun.

He listened to Blue Beard talking to Junbei. From the corner of his eye, Artem stared at Blue Beard with a fierce gaze. If Blue Beard would slip to the point where Artem could make a move on him... oh boy, things would turn bad for him. Blue Beard concluded his story with a ultimatum: ''Surrender or the kid dies.'' He, Blue Beard, was pointing a gun with his left arm whilst standing right of Artem. Artem turned to Blue Beard, so instead of standing sideways he would stand right infront of him with the gun being at the exact middle of Artem's forehead. Cross a line from the gun's barrel downwards and you would have Artem split symmetrically.

Blue Beard would look over his shoulder for a split second to order his men to corner Junbei and Artem more. However, this was the slip Artem thought about.  He used his left hand to grab the barrel of the gun while at the same time pushing his right hand's palm against Blue Beard's wrist, grabbing it. Artem ended up holding the gun in his hand through the barrel. He used a nifty trick to relocate the gun so that Artem would have his finger on the trigger.


He pointed it at Blue Beard while still holding his arm. Quickly, Artem pushed Blue Beard's arm upwards and slid his hand under Blue Beard's forearm but over Blue Beard's elbow, grabbing him by the tricep. He put pressure on Blue Beard's arm with his hand by pushing it gently. If he would continue, he'd break Blue Beard's arm. Without doing actual damage, Blue Beard was in excruciating pain.

Artem looked at Junbei, and was awaiting whatever he had to say about what would happen next.

Again, the snap of the fingers. Artem would grow to love the sound that was produced whenever Junbei snapped his fingers. People would fall to their knees or lower. What a beautiful thing to have such power. Then again, Artem has so many tricks up his sleeve to snap this or that bone in one's body he would be at a point of doubt whether he rather had what he currently had in store for his opponents or whatever Junbei's arsenal is filled with.

He watched in shock as he apologized to Blue Beard. Even though Artem was a cold individual in general, this touched his heart. He was very honorful, and acknowleged Junbei's honor after this action. When he kind of gave the command to release the hold he had used on Blue Beard, he released the hold without a moment of hesitation.

In the end, things would fall back into place. Peace and harmony returned, Blue Beard left the scene, and Artem would end up tango'ing around the place with a .. small smile on his face. This was only a shortlived performance however for he'd end up ordering a couple beverages to drink away the shame of dancing. This was not how he was.. Thinking about how he was dancing around, he'd burst into laughter. While drinking, he'd smoke a few cigarettes here and there.

Junbei asked who he was. Artem smiled a little, the way people would smile if they had something to hide and were going to publicize what it was. It was a big name he had. His brother was not someone you'd toy around with, you know. Junbei said a few things, like how Artem moved well, and that he didn't need to say his name. But, enough of that, Artem thought. He didn't have anything to lose. Even so, he shouldn't just call out his name like that. So, he got closer.

When he got closer to Junbei, still with that smile on his face, he would whisper in his ear. ''Osipartem.. Morishige.'' He looked Junbei in the eye, waiting for a response to him telling his name. ''I'll board your ship. But I want to do things my way. If I accompany you like, everywhere.. sure, I'd comply to this and that order of yours. As long as you or anything does not interfere with me going for what I'd like, we can have a wonderful time judging by what the f**k just happened. I like you, kid.'' No matter the age difference, even if a guy was like a day away from being the same age Artem would still call 'em a kid.

He leaned against a pillar while Junbei did his thing. He would listen to what he had to say. He really liked this guy. Who knew what the future had in store for them, if one minute alone was enough to get into a emotion packed clusterbomb with him showcasing some moves, Junbei showcasing his .. powers, he'd call it. Instead of saying something, Artem would nod when Junbei asked if he was up to it. Hell yeah. He would turn the world upside down with Junbei, and accepted his hand. He gripped Junbei's hand firmly and shook it. Lets do this, he thought.

**sorry for the late post: wild weekends. and another excuse for a shitty post; don't think you can do much with this.. I've been out of the game for sometime you see c;

If you don't mind, I will use your box!