"YOOOO! WHICH ONE OF YOU LADIES ARE UP FOR A SPAR?"
Y'know, Bando had much better ways of collecting fight data then going into one of Marineford's training fields and asking people of a spar, but he couldn't help himself! He was a fighter at heart, plus he wasn't very too fond of marines, so kicking some ass would be extremely cathartic for all the difficulties they gave him in his earlier years. But, unfortunately for him, it seemed as if he were a ghost. Of course, with how famous of a writer he was, he got the occasional glance, some of the mutters like "Isn't he the that made that awesome book?" and stares that meant "I want you inside of me", but no one actually directly addressed him, which had him more than a little salty.
These stupid marines! I took the time out to wear lower level clothes than I usually do so my good clothes don't get messed up in the midst of a spar, and they won't even pay attention to me. I knew my agent booking me in Marineford was a bad idea..the only upside to this whole trip is the spying opportunities it'll offer.
Sighing, he looked down at the clothes he was wearing. They weren't exactly tacky, and they still cost a pretty penny due to how comfortable they were, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that people were avoiding him due to these clothes. An orange jumpsuit with black sandals and a black line running through the middle? What was this, the 90s? But, that was the more illogical, narcissistic part of himself talking, and luckily for a spy such as himself, it was a smaller portion of his brain. The logical part of him noticed how stressed every marine looked, and how tense the atmosphere was. Something was going on, and while Bando wasn't exactly sure what it was, he'd get to the bottom of it.
"C'mon, I know all you ladies can take five minuted of your time to spar me! I'm sure it'll be even quicker, haha."
[i]Mask your expressions, appear to be calm, they won't read your intentions, as soon as you're in
let them all know who they're all in the presence of..
It was one of the basic rules of being a spy, and thus, until he could extract more information he continued on with this perfect facade of happy and carefree, smiling and laying his back against a tree while he waited for anyone to take up his request on the spar. As he patiently waited for someone to interrogate, his eyes took in information of the surrounding area more closely. After all, it was vital for him to learn as much of the place he would be fighting in as possible. Only a careless spy would do otherwise.
This training field is pretty massive, but then again, it's Marineford so it's to be expected. Fifty meters in size, not many obstructions besides small logs here and there. The tree I'm leaning on is the only tree besides the one at the other end of the field, and the field is grassy. Honestly, it's a pretty simplistic field, but then again, I've seen more complicated ones on this island. It's nice if you want to have a mano a mano fight.
"C'mon! I'll give you a free copy of Sexual Ecstacy along with a short Yaoi story I wrote. I know girls love them some Yaoi."
This time, he got a few more interested glances, but still, none took him on his offer yet. Annoyed, he started to do some pull ups on a sturdy tree branch, still imploring girls to spar him with the offer of a good Yaoi story and a free BEST SELLING book.
WC: 667[/i]
Y'know, Bando had much better ways of collecting fight data then going into one of Marineford's training fields and asking people of a spar, but he couldn't help himself! He was a fighter at heart, plus he wasn't very too fond of marines, so kicking some ass would be extremely cathartic for all the difficulties they gave him in his earlier years. But, unfortunately for him, it seemed as if he were a ghost. Of course, with how famous of a writer he was, he got the occasional glance, some of the mutters like "Isn't he the that made that awesome book?" and stares that meant "I want you inside of me", but no one actually directly addressed him, which had him more than a little salty.
These stupid marines! I took the time out to wear lower level clothes than I usually do so my good clothes don't get messed up in the midst of a spar, and they won't even pay attention to me. I knew my agent booking me in Marineford was a bad idea..the only upside to this whole trip is the spying opportunities it'll offer.
Sighing, he looked down at the clothes he was wearing. They weren't exactly tacky, and they still cost a pretty penny due to how comfortable they were, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that people were avoiding him due to these clothes. An orange jumpsuit with black sandals and a black line running through the middle? What was this, the 90s? But, that was the more illogical, narcissistic part of himself talking, and luckily for a spy such as himself, it was a smaller portion of his brain. The logical part of him noticed how stressed every marine looked, and how tense the atmosphere was. Something was going on, and while Bando wasn't exactly sure what it was, he'd get to the bottom of it.
"C'mon, I know all you ladies can take five minuted of your time to spar me! I'm sure it'll be even quicker, haha."
[i]Mask your expressions, appear to be calm, they won't read your intentions, as soon as you're in
let them all know who they're all in the presence of..
It was one of the basic rules of being a spy, and thus, until he could extract more information he continued on with this perfect facade of happy and carefree, smiling and laying his back against a tree while he waited for anyone to take up his request on the spar. As he patiently waited for someone to interrogate, his eyes took in information of the surrounding area more closely. After all, it was vital for him to learn as much of the place he would be fighting in as possible. Only a careless spy would do otherwise.
This training field is pretty massive, but then again, it's Marineford so it's to be expected. Fifty meters in size, not many obstructions besides small logs here and there. The tree I'm leaning on is the only tree besides the one at the other end of the field, and the field is grassy. Honestly, it's a pretty simplistic field, but then again, I've seen more complicated ones on this island. It's nice if you want to have a mano a mano fight.
"C'mon! I'll give you a free copy of Sexual Ecstacy along with a short Yaoi story I wrote. I know girls love them some Yaoi."
This time, he got a few more interested glances, but still, none took him on his offer yet. Annoyed, he started to do some pull ups on a sturdy tree branch, still imploring girls to spar him with the offer of a good Yaoi story and a free BEST SELLING book.
WC: 667[/i]
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