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Post by Zambezi Long on Feb 20, 2012 13:39:28 GMT -5
Slowly but surely, Zambezi was beginning to learn the differences between the various islands of West Blue. When he'd first arrived, he was greeted with the sight of the peaceful island of Ohara. He'd been impressed immediately, astonished to see the world-famous Tree of Knowledge and more importantly, the peacefulness and tranquility. It was the kind of thing that made a Marine feel better about life, knowing that there was a place like that even in a world full of Pirates. On the other hand, Zambezi then began to see the other islands in West Blue and realized not all of them were like Ohara. For example, right now he was in Toroa. To most, during the daytime it seemed like a nice place. Seemed. On the other hand, the truth of it was that Toroa had a lot of crime. More than a few Pirates originated from Toroa.
Right now, Zambezi stood in the middle of Toroa, clad in his Marine uniform with the cap atop his head of blond, untamable hair and his sharpened teeth visibly hanging over his lower lip. The mere sight of such teeth made the shifty characters on the side of the street seem even more shifty and made even ordinary civilians shudder a little in their shoes. He didn't intend to seem intimidating, but when you were a six foot tall Bull Shark Fishman, you tended to be a little intimidating even at your least intimidating. The serious demeanor he wore as part of his work patrolling the island probably counted for something, too. Zambezi was someone who took his work seriously. Still, as he walked, he felt his gaze drift across the island and unintentionally, he ended up accidentally bumping his shoulder off of someone. Turning around quickly to see the person, he spoke.
"My apologies, I was not looking where I was going" he spoke in an apologetic but most of all formal tone, remaining as polite as possible as he bowed his head slightly. Just because he was intimidating didn't mean he wasn't polite. You had to have manners as a Marine, after all.
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Post by BLAKE CRYSTAL on Feb 20, 2012 14:10:39 GMT -5
It wasn’t very usual to see someone as poised as Blake in the law-less town of Toroa. Crime spreading like a pathogen, the town was not of any worry to Blake at all, he was here to find someone. He hadn’t found a marine in his sight at all, he was wondering if the town had bribed some of the marines to giving a blind eye on some of their worse counterparts. No gentleman wanted marines to swarm into a house and search for pirates or bandits. The young man looked like a school boy with his suit, tie, and black scarf around his neck.
He wanted to look inconspicuous and it worked, no one even gave him a second glance. Blake was accustomed to stemming through large crowds without notice. It was quite a windy day and the locks in his hair were running around like little children. The tail of the scarf also bounced around, but this was not to his notice. Blake was scanning the area for someone, there was a bandit that had stole one of books, but not just any book, the book that had contained vital information on the Crystal family, where he originated from.
His red eyes shifted from right to left and his hands were at the ready for any combat that would appear. As he scanned the crowds, he accidently bumped into someone’s shoulder. He turned to apologize to the person, but was beat to the chase. “Not a problem, it was my fault.” He had to attract the least attention possible, especially since the person was a marine. Even though he was protected as a bounty hunter, not all marines liked them at all. His eyes shifted from side to side as people close and far to them, all looked like bandits. He looked at the marine one more time, examining him. The marine looked like what any marine would look like, but the formal and secure marines ceased to amaze or fear him. He wasn’t used to talking much and the silence that followed was just like any other conversation he tried to have.
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Post by Zambezi Long on Feb 22, 2012 12:44:08 GMT -5
The Marine paused as the young man responded, taking note of his red eyes. Such an unusual colour. He'd never really seen someone with red eyes before. Brown eyes, perhaps, or even the gold eyes he himself bore, but never red. Nevertheless, he didn't pay it too much attention. No, he instead focused his attention on the young man's response - a polite apology for bumping shoulders with him. It was a little comforting, considering how unlawful some of the people on this Island were. He wasn't cynical enough to believe everyone on Toroa was a criminal, but it was still nice to meet someone who reassured him of that. Then he caught notice of something about the man. Something he might have missed otherwise had he not noticed the man's red eyes - he noticed how they shifted to and fro, as if he was looking for something. Or someone.
"My apologies, I do not mean to be rude, but... Is there someone you're looking for? I noticed you looking around a lot" Zambezi spoke, his eyes lingering on the man. It was a Marine's duty, after all, to help people out. Perhaps this person needed some help locating someone? A friend, perhaps? Or was it... That this person was a Bounty Hunter? It certainly wasn't impossible. After all, Bounty Hunters were a legitimate business, often providing a freelance method of reducing Pirate numbers. On the other hand, Zambezi was aware that more than a few Bounty Hunters weren't exactly liked by Marines. He supposed he could see why, but Zambezi was generally one to judge people individually rather than as a group.
"If you require help, I am willing to offer my assistance" he explained further. It was his duty after all. He couldn't just abandon that, after all. |
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Post by BLAKE CRYSTAL on Feb 22, 2012 20:56:36 GMT -5
He studied the man closely, a full-fledged marine fishman. Blake had seen his share of marines in his life and he knew by how they looked that the fishman was only a low-ranking marine. He didn’t feel like just any fishman though, he had aura that was menacing, it almost compared to Blake himself, but just almost. Blake didn’t have the most inviting personality, even though he wasn’t especially tall or wear particular dark clothes; there was something that set himself off from others.
He was listening to the man, but never stopped looking around for his enemy. Stealing was not a good thing, especially something of vital importance. “I’m sorry to cut this meeting short, but I don’t ne-“ His voice got cut off as he saw black flash run by through an alley. Blake cut around the marine, paying no attention to him and sprinted toward the bandit, cutting through people and items with speed. When he got to the alley, he couldn’t see anything but some footprints cutting into the alley. Blake stopped right there and crouched, examining the footprints.
Blake was sure that the marine would come after him, but the fighter had more important things to do, like find a certain someone. As a bounty hunter, Blake had the necessary tracking skills to find someone through footprints or a light track. As a kid, he had run around a lot going on scavenger hunts with his friends, this came in help a lot, especially in similar cases like tracking. Blake got up from his crouched position and deduced that the bandit had gone through the alley and maybe scaled the wall. He was going to chase after him, but something was off. It was like the track was set there.
OOC: Turn this into a chase, shall we?
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