Serious : Chapter III The Steel Gains Structure

[Guest]

It had been a few hours since the conflict between both Coyote and Zelda has ceased and the young bounty hunter found himself leant against the bow of The Pretoria a fairly sized commercial ship that was heading towards the Northen Region of the East Blue to deliver supplies. He had coerced the captain of the vessel to allow him passage under the guise of Corproal Rigby a Marine who had apprehended his fallen foe Zelda who lay at his feet, his plea had been aided by the Marine Attire he was still wearing that he had acquired whilst in the Shimotsuki Prison.

As the salty spray of the seawater hit his face he turned behind to see Zelda who had not yet awoken from the slumber that Coyote had forcibly introduced all thanks to a Bin lid. Nudging her with his heel attempting to bring her back round as they were approaching the next island that they were headed towards Shells Town.

"Oi, get up the next island is approaching"

[Vaetric]

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Zelda awoke to something nudging against her body. Her eyes snapping open, she would jump to her feet, seeing her attacker she would run up the mast of the ship like a spooked cat. She would crouch as she stays on the cross-bit of it that keeps the sail up.
 
She would glare down at him, the prisoner who was now dressed in a marine uniform, keeping her hands on the top of the main bit of the mast.  She didn’t seem to want to come down as she clung to it. She looked around, the ship looked like a public one and they were approaching an island.

[Docile]

A bright sun shinning over the town, the heat made clothing feel warm and slackers seek shade, the only exercise they'd do that day. But they'd still find reason to sweat from. Shells Town. A beautiful simple place with easy girls, weak drinks and just like any other place, criminals who were just far too dumb to get an honest job and be lazy with it instead of work hard at being a criminal.

Mixed in with the beautiful sun and relaxed nature of Shells town there were screams rising into the sky as the sound of footsteps clanked against the rooftops of the houses. Running far and expertly along the rooftops with a grin on his face and a baby blue cap sat on his head the free runner | graffiti artist | thief Ruben Martinez had a nice satchel of gold coins, which did not belong to him.

At the peak of physical fitness and associated to the local gang known as the Komodo Ruben was a pretty slippery character. Wilkes had been chasing him from the West Blue all the way here to the East. A place where he'd finally land his hands on the slippery little bastard.

Running along behind was the old retired, dunk, sheriff turned bounty hunter, Wilkes L. Sparrow. As his foot slipped on a piece of the roof Wilkes slowed to a stop and looked towards Ruben the cheeky little shit.

"Little bastard!" he muttered as he reached for his revolver.

Squeezing the trigger right on target for Ruben the bullet sped towards his right arse cheek ready to cripple him and bring Ruben to his knees. However the bastard heard the shot and in a matter of seconds a quick side step was no more as he took cover behind a chimney

Balls!"

Pushing forward along the rooftop tentatively taking aim once more, Wilkes squeezed the trigger once again.

Sparrow Shot: Boomerang Bird.

Spinning around to catch Ruben behind the chimney Wilkes was cheery as heard a small scream. It sounded like he'd hit his mark. Taking a step forward grinning as the boozy breath from his last drinking session escaped his mouth. Wilkes felt his foot slip. A little more than slip but that's what he felt. When his eyes finally looked towards where they'd slipped his body struggled to react due to the drinking session which had only ended eight minutes ago when he laid eyes on Ruben the little shitbag.

His foot had gone through the roof and now Wilkes was watching the roof around his foot break apart.

Seconds later he came crashing down through the roof in a brilliant display of dust and debris which scattered all over in a variety of different directions.

Landing in the middle of someone's home Wilkes coughed as the dust cleared, his landing had been surprisingly comfortable and now he found himself sitting on a beautiful dust covered arm chair which as of when he got to his feet was now broken. The back slowly fell off. Looking at the family who'd paused in shock and had dust covered faces Wilkes nodded to them before making a quick exit wishing not to see them again.

As he exited the front door Wilkes coughed a few times dusting himself off and shook his head. He couldn't lie, his head was spinning like an under age's first time in a night club. They didn't know what to do or how to handle it.

Looking to the skies he caught sight of Ruben limping along the rooftops and reached for his dials.

[Guest]

Coyote continued to arch his brow as Zelda awoke and scurried away from him like a cat from a water hose as she quickly vaulted up the side of The Pretoria’s mast much to the dismay of her crew. Huffing begrudgingly he made his way over towards the mast before activating his devil fruit powers as a purple hue imbued his palm as he pulled downwards which would send Zelda down to the floor below.

Repel

“You’re blowing our cover you buffoon” muttered Coyote under his breath to Zelda.

The sound of screams, gunshots and debris soon filled his ears as his attention was plucked from Zelda whom he released from his control as he made his way over to the epicentre of the noise, manouevering through the fast approaching crowd Coyote’s eyes squinted with curiousity as he made out two figures a blonde haired man and another whom he appeared to be pursuing who was running along the rooftops. Sighing loudly Coyote swept his fringe to the side.

“I thought Shells Town was supposed to be the quiet one…”

[Vaetric]

Zelda would look at the island and see people running on the roof. Then she would look down at the crew of the ship and her tormentor.  He didn’t look very happy, so she clung tighter to the mast as she saw the familiar purple sparks. She’d wrap her legs and arms around the mast, refusing to budge even with his ability to influence her movements. Just as the simile she came up as, she would attempt to stay up there, adamant in not having to face the purple man again.
 
She’d hear the sounds of screams, gunshots and debris, feeling the man’s control over her lessen, she would look quickly toward the island, aiming to jump from the mast of the ship toward it once the distance was right. She would then attempt to scramble across the rooftops to escape, though the roof of course would have less handholds, unfortunately for her.

[Docile]

Continuing his pursuit Wilkes ran alongside the buildings searching for the right dial. Ruben continued limping along. He looked to be in just as much as Wilkes felt after his long winded session of booze, burps & more beer. With his fingers wrapped firmly around a dial Wilkes removed it. Normally he would be fantastic at playing find the dial. But when intoxicated finding the right dial by feel alone was a fucking nightmare.

Raising it up Wilkes realized just which dial he'd removed.

Preservation Dial.

"Shit!" he muttered placing it back in the bag. Feeling around for another one he removed the right one. Holding it up his eyes focused on it to find it was not the dial he was looking for.

"Balls!"

Replacing it he watched as Ruben started to take a turn and he knew exactly where he was headed. Running down an alleyway beneath a cross over between two buildings he watched and caught sight of Ruben quickly making his way down a few drops towards the ground. He knew where Ruben was headed as he'd chased him here twice already and lost him.

Picking up the pace as he rooted for the right dial he removed it and took aim on Ruben.

This is the fucking preservation dial again!!! he cursed in his head. Dropping it he reached in and pulled out the Reject Dial. He punched it slamming his fist into it pretty hard and took aim on Ruben before he entered his little hide away. A nice long tunnel that led elsewhere that Wilkes couldn't get into before hand.

Pressing the apex of the dial Wilkes watched as a long trail of clouds shot forth from the dial. This large stream shot towards Ruben pinning him against the wall like a large long iron pillar. Wilkes looked onwards in surprise. Slowly lowering his gaze to look at the reject dial he started to recognize something very different.

This is an Eisen Dial shrugging his shoulders Wilkes stepped closer to Ruben muttering. "Same difference"

Removing the preservation dial. He knew what it felt like pretty well now, Wilkes quickly retracted the Iron cloud into the Eisen dial only to unleash a thick black smoke over Ruben's pained body encasing him in a nice easy to carry case.

Placing the preservation dial back Wilkes watched as Ruben was finally caught in a nice little rock formation around his body created by Wilkes and his dials. Slumping down against the wall beside him, Wilkes reached for his whiskey.

It was time for a good drink then he could turn this bastard in for the reward.

[Guest]

As he watched the blonde haired man scurry away after his target Coyote’s attention soon switched back to Zelda as he looked back to the ship’s mast to see her long gone, as a sense of panic began to set in Coyote quickly scanned the surrounding area before spotting her scurrying along the roof tops going the same way as the blonde haired man had just a minute before. Not wanting her to get away Coyote pounced into action as he quickly and swiftly vaulted up the wall as he began to chase after Zelda gaining with every stride, Coyote appeared to be the faster of the two as he controlled his breathing and carefully manouevered himself across the shaky rooftops which supplied him with questionably support.

Mimicing a Cheetah about to pounce upon a gazelle Coyote steered to the left of her until they were around side by side as he began to eye her up for the takedown, Coyote had spotted Wilbur out of the corner of his eye as he appeared to be returning to lower ground.

“I’ve got you, you son of a bitch" muttered Coyote as he panted and took a step forward before bouncing off of his right leg as he attempted to tackle Zelda to the ground however he had pushed off a bit too hard with a high trajectory which would send the both of them crashing down to the alleyways below.

[Vaetric]

Zelda arrived at the roof without a hitch, no sense in looking back, she would begin to run along the rooftops. She began to hear footsteps behind her, turning to see the man hot on her trail, and running faster than her. Panicking a little, she would try to run faster, but she was at her limit. However, due to her life of assassination (which lended to rooftops) she was more balanced than him, while he found himself having to carefully manoeuvre around, all she had to do was swiftly run over them before it could break, keeping her foot on a more secure part before the other one even reached the dodgy bit. Though, it did slow her down a bit and made her look a little ridiculous, but she was safer than Coyote at any rate.
 
Turning back to check on her pursuer, she would only manage to see his eyes as he crashed into her, causing the two to tumble off down into the alleyways. However, she would straighten her fingers and turn the edges into one blade, attempting to jab it into the wall to prevent herself from falling any further.
 
However, in doing so her arm would dislocate, causing her to “…” in pain as she looked down to see how the supposed marine fared, attempting to kick the wall to lodge herself off.

[Docile]

Holding his drink of whiskey up to his lips a few drops dripped on into his mouth and this was the point when Wilkes realized he was out of whiskey and needed that reward money pretty badly. Looking at Ruben he grabbed hold of the casing and started dragging it. He was way too heavy to carry on his back by himself. That was the only down fall about the preservation dial. It made things damn heavy to move.

Dragging the criminal into the streets he spotted a recruit busy trying to chat up a lady. Shaking his head in disappointment at the outrageous scandalous trivial & squalid pursuits of the modern day marine he lifted a stone from the ground.

Taking aim Wilkes tossed it towards the Marine hoping to catch his attention. He didn't want to leave Ruben alone as he knew just how slippery he was and could already see he was trying to slip loose. Too bad the preservation had a tight grip on him.

Tossing the stone Wilkes watched as it sailed through the air and stone met flesh. A scream was heard and the hands which looked awfully lady like rose up to rest upon the heavily impacted skin of-

Shit! Wrong person!

Turning in anger the soldier's eyes landed on Wilkes after the beautiful woman who was now in tears from the stone that hit her so perfectly by mistake in the cheek bone. Marching towards Wilkes with fury on the brain the soldier reached for his sword.

"You! I don''t know who you think you are, but give me one good reason as to why I shouldn't arrest you right now!"

"Other than the fact that technically you can't as there is no evidence that was assault."


"I can drum up some fake charge to put scum like you behind bars."

"Then I guess you'd miss out on the chance to bring in the notorious thief Komodo Ruben."

Looking towards the large mound of preservation that lay beside Wilkes that he was gesturing towards the recruit's jaw dropped. His eyes of pure anger looked towards Wilkes then at the thief.

"You're fucking lucky." he said reaching for his den den mushi to make a quick call. As he walked off informing his Captain of the capture by a bounty hunter Wilkes sat on Ruben with a smile and wiped the sweat from his face. He was having so much trouble focusing at this moment in time that all he wanted to focus on was the money that would soon be in his hands and the nice cool drink he could get back to sipping on.

[Guest]

As Coyote collided with Zelda he was sent sprawling to the concrete, falling back first Coyote instinctively tucked his head and spread his arms and legs to absorb the impact of the fall and to avoid concussing himself in the process. Slightly, groggy he began to slowly sit up before noticing Zelda who had rammed her hand into the wall of the building they had just fallen off of. Her arm appeared to be bent at an awkward and unnatural angle “Dislocated..” thought Coyote as he hopped back up to his feet before beginning to slowly approach her.

“I’m not a marine you fu-“

Coyote’s attention was once again pulled away from him as he heard a commotion occurring around the corner of the alleyway. Peering his head around the corner Coyote noted there was the blonde haired man he had seen just a few moments ago chasing the man who now lay at his feet along with a marine and a women who appeared to be sobbing as she held her cheek in her right hand. It appeared the marine was slightly aggravated and Coyote soon determined the blonde haired man was the route of this aggravation.
Taking the opportunity to further reinforce his assumed identity the brown haired chain smoker stepped outwards before approaching the two of them.

“Is there a problem here ?”

[Vaetric]

Hearing the prisoner apparently mistake him for a marine, Zelda redoubled her efforts to rip herself from the wall. She turned to see him distracted by a commotion up ahead, with an actual marine recruit and some other man.
 
Zelda slashed at the wall with her other hand, digging her arm out and falling to the floor, slightly crouching to lessen the impact, she checked her shoulder, the ball joint had popped out of her shoulder, feeling another bolt of pain lance through the region, Zelda held it still as she slowly began to retreat from the situation, feeling the shadows take her as she backed away.
 
She began to roll her shoulders herself, she didn’t want to go to a hospital, she could do it herself. She felt herself bump into a wall and found herself trapped in a dead end, the only exit was either up (she would have to get her other arm back) or running through the three, which shouldn’t require the other arm. Her eyes widen slightly as she clenched her jaw, looking toward the three with her right leg up against the wall, slightly cracking it with the amount of force pushing. All three of her workable limbs tensed slightly as her hidden muscles began to bulge a little, preparing to annihilate the three to escape.

[Docile]

The drink was quickly working its magic on Wilkes, because before he knew it, he had fallen asleep. Or had he? It wasn't often drinking put him to sleep and even when it did, it was only at night. Or when he was extraordinarily tired. But this time it didn't feel like either. Sure he was sweaty and perhaps a little exasperated and even tipsy, but not tired and it definitely wasn't night time. He had been following the soldier who he handed over Ruben to. But now he wasn't sure what he was doing. With only blackness in sight and a whole lot of swirling colours coming his way Wilkes wasn't sure if he was tripping balls or what.

He could however feel his feet aching still as if he was still walking, but he couldn't be sleep walking could he? He'd never done so before. The only times he'd ever felt this before hand was when Wilkes's secondary personality Wilbur woke up pushing Wilkes into the passenger seat as he was only a driver and never a passenger. Unless of course he was sleeping so that must've meant. 

Shit! 

Not only was Wilkes not asleep, but Wilbur was awake. 

And that trumped up little psychopath was going to get him locked away in prison if Wilkes was going by previous events. Wilbur wasn't a bad guy, but he wasn't a nice one either and with the way this marine had spoken to him, a fight was imminent. Wilkes would just need to break free and find his way out of his own messed up psyche.

[Guest]

The large muscled forearm of Dickov quickly and swiftly swooped around the neck of Zelda as he held a rag over the mouth and nose of Zelda that had been dipped in a anaesthetic which appeared to be from the sweet smell, chloroform. Dickov would continue to press the cloth against the face and mouth of Zelda as he tightened his vice like grip around her neck as he waited for her to fall into unconsciousness as Spider watched from the roof above with a smirk on his face as he glared intently at the interaction between Wilkes and Coyote before hopping down out of sight.

Walking over to Wilkes who was now in his second split personality Wilbur, Coyote noticed a slight shift in his overall presence he couldn’t put his finger on it but something was slightly odd.

“I said is there a problem ?” inquired Coyote curiously unaware of the response he was likely to receive from the newly emerged Wilbur.

[Vaetric]

Zelda continued to roll her shoulder with her free arm as it began to muscle up, she felt a pop and a stab of pain as she felt the joint clicked into place. Flexing her fingers, she looked back toward the three. Just as she was about to propel herself using her legs, she heard a noise close to her.  Moving to turn her head, she felt an arm wrap around her and a cloth rub against her face. Smelling it, shivers could visibly run up her body at the very sweet smell, she cut off the air from her nose, before flailing her arms and legs like a wild animal, probably missing Dickov a fair bit with her bladed limbs before being forced to take a very deep breath, a couple of moments later, she would be still.

[Docile]

"Is there a problem?"

Problem?

Was there a problem?

Well money was always a problem. But then again so was the fact that this pitiful planet was littered with good people and bad people. That's always a problem right? But this wasn't a question of what's wrong? But oh if it was there was a hell of an answer to that.

Allot was wrong!

With the people, the animals, the laws, the financial crisis, women not putting out, hookers expecting money, Marines hating bounty hunters doing their job and hell a shit load more. Inside seconds passed as each thought echoed throughout the almost empty skull of Wilbur.

However on the outside more than seconds more like minutes passed as he grinned staring at Coyote some geezer with a hood and a cigarette. What sort of toss pot was this guy? Did he want something? Did he lose something? If he kept staring he'd lose something soon. Wilbur didn't like the way he was looking at him.

Not one bit!

It was people like this who drove him up the wall or kidney deep into the torso's of foul human beings. Especially those ones who just don't know when to shut up or think they're Mr big man when in all actuality they're just the lowest of the low. Sitting in the smallest crevices of society but because they've taken a life or two, not doubt because it was the only thing they could do or by accident think they're bigger and better than anyone else.

What made a big man was someone who did it without making a big deal out of it or feeling some childish immature need or desire to tell everyone about it. This was Wilbur, Wilkes on the other had was more of a pacifist in comparison.

"Is there a problem? No. But keep eyeballin' me like that and you're gonna have one. I don't like the way you're looking at me boy. So if you're done and not gonna take a picture to keep you hard. Fuck off. I've got some beli to collect to on."

With that said and done Wilkes felt his teeth biting down hard. He couldn't believe what this psycho had just said to a complete stranger. Wilbur however really didn't care any less. It was no worry for him and wouldn't be when the bastard raised a finger or tried to bring him to his knees. He had guns, two beautiful guns with beautiful names.

Annie & Ellie and they were feeling awfully hungry.

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