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Post by Moore D. Redd on Jun 13, 2018 6:52:39 GMT -5
The holding cells of the Flevance Marine Division hadn't had such a loud and rowdy prisoner for quite some time. Having been called due to word of a fight breaking out in one of the inns that dot the island, the Marine soldiers that had came on scene had found three men, brutally injured lying on the ground, whilst a fourth was being held up by the scruff of his neck by a particularly ferocious young lady. Moore D. Redd had quickly been surrounded by a number of armed gunmen, each one with their sights held onto her. It wasn't until she had been knocked out by someone sneaking up behind her that she was able to be properly subdued.
Now in the confines of the spacious holding cell, the young knight would pound her fists against the iron bars, yelling out angrily. "Free me right now, or you'll all be sorry!" she'd yell, her eyes burning with a fiery passion as they bore holes through the door that the Marines were stationed behind. "And give me back my damn sword!" she added, her sword and scabbard having been taken off of her.
One of the soldiers of justice would make his way into the holding cell, glaring angrily at the blonde woman. Snapping a finger at her, he'd quickly give out to her for her rampant screaming. "If you keep this up, we'll have to put a muzzle on you," he stated coolly, lowering his hand. Moore remained quiet for a moment, taking in a quick breath before she jumped at the bars against, squeezing as much of her face through the gap as she could. "Try that, and I'll snap off your hand," she swore, her brows knitting themselves together into an angry bunch.
Retreating from the bar, she promptly lay down on the bench that had been left out for her, crossing both of her arms behind her head in an impromptu cushion. Glaring angrily towards the ceiling, Moore began to think of ideas for her to escape. Finally, she let out an exasperated sigh before turning her head towards her fellow cellmate, asking her, "Ey, got any good ideas on how ta' bust out of here?"
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Post by sumire on Jun 14, 2018 8:46:52 GMT -5
Flevance, a place also known as the white city; Sumire had come here following the rumors revolving around the beauty of the country clad in innocent ivory and her heart had indeed been charmed the very moment her hazel spheres beheld the its beauty. However, from the bewitching moment of her arrival things had more or less gone downhill. Making her way across the city she had ended up participating in a cooking competition that had lured her in with the promise of a reward for the victor. Little had she known that this cook-off had been a joke, an event solely designed to have the local chef win in order to increase his popularity. Unfortunately for her, the bearded woman in question hadn't been capable of keeping up with the young Kuja's cooking and ended up losing. This by itself wouldn't have been too bad, but being the sore loser she unfortunately was, she abused her connections and called the marines, accusing the honey haired princess of theft and fraud.
So instead of receiving the money she had hoped to earn by winning the contest, Sumi had eventually ended up in a prison cell as the women working for the Marines refused to listen to even a word she said. Sitting in the cell, the flaxen topped teenager wondered about what she was supposed to do as she had no idea for how long she would be held captive in this fusty cell. Hours passed and not only did this place carry an unpleasant smell, things eventually got quite lively when another blonde was thrown into the same place. Silently watching the other woman struggle Sumire wondered what the other woman had done in order to end in this kind of situation. It didn't seem as if she had also been a victim of the same bearded lady, but who could possibly tell?
After her new cellmate was done yelling at the warden, Sumire allowed her peachy lips to part. "How long do I have to stay in here? I didn't do anything…" Gazing at assumed female on the other side of the iron bars her hopes of getting out of this prison were crushed the very moment the other individual's voice reached her ears. "Yeah, sure. That's what they always say. You'll stay here until your trial." Hearing the word 'trial' the Kuja's eyes widened in a mixture of shock and disbelief. She hadn't done anything and while she had endured this humiliation until now she definitely wasn't going to wait to be judged by some kind of corrupt system. When being asked if she was capable of getting them out of this cell, the female chef remained motionless and instead of answering, simply turned away from the woman clad in red, her hazel orbs carefully observing the guard on the other side of the metal bars.
Waiting for the Marine to once again retreat into the room on the other side of the corridor and the door to fall into the lock, Sumire finally directed her gaze at the straw topped stranger and allowed raised her voice. "Well, I actually do. I'm not going to sit around and wait to be judged for something I didn't do…" Swiftly jumping onto her feet she approached the cell's lock and kneeled down in front of it, silently taking a closer look.
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Post by Moore D. Redd on Jun 15, 2018 10:02:24 GMT -5
The woman she had been imprisoned with appeared to be an odd one. Not due to any aberration that she may have had, physical or otherwise, but due to the fact that she didn't appear the type of individual that would have found themselves in a prison. Not to mention, she held herself with a certain kind of grace and authority, remaining quiet, despite Moore's earlier rampage. She also didn't hesitate to talk to the rage-induced knight. Placing a hand on her own shoulder, Moore would rotate her shoulder, despite not being wholly human, she did take some comfort in the familiar feeling of tension being relieved, even if it were a synthetic feeling.
"Are ya good at lock-picking?" Moore would ask, squatting down in order to get a better look at what the honey-coloured haired woman was up to. "I used ta be a knight, so I wouldn't know anything like that," she stated, chuckling to herself as she realised that she may have been talking to some kind of thief. Thieves and other never-do-wells were the types of people that she would bring to justice during her time as the Captain of the Thirteenth. To have to rely on one truly signified that her previous life had come to an end.
That stark realisation was what caused the shaky laugh, as Moore wasn't one to wallow in any kind of somber or disheartened mood. "So tell me, Blondy, what did they throw you in for? Try breaking into the wrong house?" she'd ask, grinning all the while. She couldn't tell what to think of this woman, but she was more than interested in her for the time being. Especially since she would have to rely on her help if she planned to break out of these cells.
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Post by Moore D. Redd on Jun 30, 2018 7:53:29 GMT -5
After a few moments of restless inspecting, Redd took a deep breath before closing her eyes. She was beginning to lose her patience with this carry-on. Rearing her foot up towards her abdomen, she let out a grunt to signal for the honey-haired lady to step back before she brutally kicked forward with passionate force. "Hiyah!" she roared, the rusted lock of the jail cell coming undone with her fierce manoeuvre. "It's easier to do it like that," she explained, gesturing towards the broken lock before she opened the door. "Farewell, mi' lady," Redd added gruffly, the blonde-haired knight holding no intentions of having this frail looking woman to tag along with her. For now, she had to find her sword and make her escape.
Ducking over along the wall, next to the door, Redd readied herself as the door would open up. She had created a loud noise when she had kicked open the door, which would no doubt cause their Marine guard to arise from his seat to inspect what was going on. The trained knight held her breath as the wooden door swung open, the white-capped Marine poking his head in through the door before giving everything a quizzical eye. Gritting her teeth into a vicious snarl, she threw her weight against the door, causing it to slam against her opponent's body, which in turn flung him towards the side of the wall, knocking him out.
Lowering herself down over her unconscious foe, she patted him down, taking his keys off of his body. "These will surely come in handy," she nodded to herself, pocketing them in her own red-coloured pants. Sliding the man into the cell room, she would quietly check the hallway to make sure the coast was clear, ignoring the calls from some of the other prisoners. She wasn't interested in freeing those were unjust, only those who walked the righteous path of a knight, such as herself.
She heard rustling behind her, two more guards had shown up. "Which of you boys know where my sword is held?" she asked, cracking her neck muscles as she walked over towards them. One of the Marines spat, "this is the first jailbreak in a long while," he stated, raising both of his fists in a readied stance. Redd ducked beneath the first fist, tackling the man in the gut as she did so, which sent the Marine spawling along the ground. From her lowered position, she then brought her head up, in order to smack it against the chin of the other Marine. Neither of these men realised that the majority of her body was made of metal, the added weight adding to her moves.
The man who had received a headbutt was left discombobulated, whereas the second one attempted to get back onto his feet, but found Redd's foot stamping down on his stomach. "My sword?" she asked, her lips turning into a snarling smile. The man gulped for a moment before pointing towards a door at the far end of the room. "Much obliged," she nodded before she kicked her boot forward, catching the man along the chin and knocking him out.
Rushing over towards the far door, she burst it open, only to find that there were two other men in the room, one of whom was playing with her trusted blade. Redd's face took on an expression of pure rage. "Get your hands off my sword, or I'll be sure to cut them, you whelp," she growled, her brows knitted together into a single angry form. Leaping forward, she reared her fist back and perform a mid-air swing, knocking out the man closest to her, who was still seated on his chair, and was unable to respond in any meaningful way, his paperwork went flying through the air. The second Marine, who was handling the large broadsword, took a wild swing, unused to the weight and size of the weapon.
Stray pieces of paper fluttered around the blade, obscuring the shape of the knight as she threw an elbow towards the man's chest, hitting him dead center, which forced him to drop the blade. Snatching the pommel of the sword, Redd swung it through the air, the blade's edge singing as it did so before it stopped inches away from the man's face. He had fallen unconscious the moment he saw the incoming weapon.
Locating her sheath, the knight reapplied it to her waist, giving a hearty nod towards the action. "Feels good to be back," she smiled. Now, she had to leave the Marine base. Judging from the atmosphere, she was on the bottom floor of the Marine base, which meant that she would have to simply find a set of stairs.
Wandering along the corridor, she found a locked door, which took no manner of time as she used the keys to unlock them, finding a set of stairs behind them. Scaling them, Redd would make sure to take the steps slowly, in order to minimise the amount of sound she'd create. Carefully opening up the door at the very end of them, she'd take a breath before she entered the open room. There were a number of Marines, all unarmed, stationed here. It appeared that these soldiers were taking their leisure time, with little to no care for their surroundings. When she entered Flevance, she had noticed how tranquil and peaceful the bright, white island was.
"Hey, white hats!" she roared, causing a sense of alarm to ring through the air, the first of the Marines to turn being met with the blunt side of the mighty sword full force. He spun around from where he stood, a few of his teeth being knocked loose before hitting the floor.
"Shit!" another of the men yelled, scrambling back behind another one of his comrades, who was soon kicked to the side before being pummeled by the hilt of the woman's sword. "That's that mad bitch from before! The other squad are out!" he yelled, Redd swinging her sword and leaving him with a nasty gash along his chest and arm. Grinning all the while, she was met with her first opponent who wielded their own weapon. A cutlass was drawn by the fourth man left, whilst the fifth rushed towards the far wall, where an assortment of weapons was stored in a large, wooden barrel. Redd was the first to swing her sword, her blow being parried by the Marine, but before he could attack, she had swung her sword again, causing him to lose balance under the sheer might and strength that she commanded.
With a third, and final swing, she cut the man deep into his shoulder, which forced him to fall to the floor, howling in pain. Clutching at his wound, blood spluttered across the once-clean ground, besmirching the symbol of the World Government that adorned its surface. Redd readied herself to face off against the final opponent, who rushed toward her with a spear in hand. His battle would come to a swift end though, as he tripped on the now blood-soaked ground, losing his grip and balance before he hit his ground hard off of the ground.
Redd looked down at the unconscious fellow, her face twisting into of disgust. "The hell is this? I thought we were going to fight," the knight scowled, her voice heavy with contempt. Flicking her sword to the side, she sheathed the blade, the weapon sliding cleanly into its scabbard. "Being forced to end early... I'm even more pissed off now!" she roared, stomping out of the Marine's headquarters, mumbling all the while about how she deserved far more.
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Post by Moore D. Redd on Jul 14, 2018 10:33:55 GMT -5
Having escaped her confines, many would have been delighted with themselves to have escaped the clutches of the Marine forces without any kind of major damage. But for Moore, who had gotten by through her notable strength and metallic defences, she was positively furious with the world around her. To approach the blonde haired woman now, would be to put oneself in a very real danger, especially now that she was reunited with her sword; Erythraean, the Red Sea. The blade was strapped neatly on her side, the gleaming metal of the scabbard reflected off of the midday sun, which would catch the eyes of anyone looking, many of these people were interested in the strutting swordsman, curious to see if they were a bounty hunter, or more inclined towards the black flag.
Redd, on the other hand, was in no way interested int he villagers. They had proven useless in her exploits to find out information regarding the events of Camalonia, which meant that there was nothing tethering her to this Northern Blue island. She had a small boat tied along the docks, which she would soon make her way towards. If there was no other reason to keep her on Flevance, she would ignore the white city for the rest of her travels if she could. "Damn it - !" she yelled out loud, venting out her frustrations at not having been provided with a suitable challenge for her ventures.
"My word, and how exactly did you manage to get out -mon?" a voice called from behind Redd. Frowning, she turned her head to face look behind her, without rotating her entire body. A hand clasped along the pommel of her sword, she frowned at the sight before her. A large-headed, short-bodied man stood behind her, a whole possé of white-gowned individuals following suit. They all wore the traditional garments of a chef, albeit their eyes and mouths puckered as if they had been sucking on lemons for too long. Redd's faced changed into an expression of disbelief, similar to that of a delinquent's look. "Do I know you?" she asked, turning her body right around.
The chef scoffed at this, as he was clearly offended at the idea of already having been forgotten. "How could you already have forgotten -mon?! After our battle earlier! Surely you haven't already forgotten about Lemon Sorbet! The greatest chef ina ll of Flevance -mon!" the boisterous chef stated pounding his chest. Unbeknownst to Redd, she was being mistaken for Sumire, Lemon Sorbet is the individual who had sentenced her to her time in prison.
"Not a clue," Redd stated, turning her back to her opponent once again. Nothing that the man had said had made even the slightest idiom of sense to her, so she decided to ignore the nagging man completely. This wouldn't bode well for her, as the man would begin to squeak orders behind her, asking for a number of his sous chefs to locate the Marines again in order for them to arrest her once more. This would leave Lemon Sorbet with Redd, who continued to make he way away from the man, believing him to be non-threat.
Deciding to take advantage of this, Lemon Sorbet rushed leapt ahead, drawing two kitchen knives. "Acid Blades -mon!" he snarled, his two knives slashing against the air before being met with Redd's body. Much to his surprise though, he would find that it wasn't her body that would be caught, but the side of her arm, the skin of which tore up with the blade. Lemon grinned for a moment before his face flushed with shock. Redd was looking down on the large-faced man with an unamused expression before her eyes turned towards her arm. "Do you have any idea how hard it'll be to find synthetic skin?" she asked, looking down t the metal showing beneath the fake skin that the previous court mage she had worked with had applied on her post-cybernetic transformation.
"Y-You have metal under your skin?" Lemon Sorbet stammered, taking a few steps back in panic as the warrior began to approach him, her blade slowly being drawn from its scabbard. "A little uncouth," she admitted. "Most knights would have worn their armour over their skin, rather than beneath it," she grinned, lunging towards her foe, the shining steel of her sword catching the light of the midday sun, as her blade whistled towards its target.
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