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Post by Wolf D. Gil on Jun 16, 2018 15:35:27 GMT -5
It was a late afternoon hour in the Storm Well Cove island in the East Blue. The village, just as usual, was quiet. The winds were kind on the children and adults alike who were staying outside and enjoying the somewhat rare, cool breeze that the island offered them today. The harbor of the village was small yet gave off a feeling of a protective, warm little area. It was wooden and had a few sturdy ropes tied to its various pillars. A small vessel in addition to a number of rowboats anchored on the dock. It seemed to most that these ships belonged here; as if they were a permanent part of the small fishing village. Besides the impressive little harbor the village had to offer, there was not much more to it. The only few significant parts left were the inn, which was an old-looking pub with classic wooden doors, preceded by a set of 3 stairs and a brown-wooden parquet floor. A set of two windows were facing the harbor and right above the wooden doors, a rusty looking sign stood proudly; waving at both the old and new incomers alike. " TODD'S ALLEY!" it uniquely read, and right next to the rusty looking letters, a senior-looking man holding a mug of ale was painted. Inside, nothing but 10 tables and a relatively small deck could be found. It was a simple place; designed exactly like the exterior part of the inn. A longer set of stairs led to the second floor, which was a larger flat that was filled with various sleeping bags. It was a simple, old-fashioned inn. People didn't stay there for long, and whoever did, must have had a good reason to stick to that place. Inside, the usual group of people was found. It was the village's leader, an old grumpy fisherman with a permanent scowl painted on his wrinkled face; a pretty bartender, who was most likely, the daughter of the owner, the owner himself, which was a strong looking man with a rather impressive mustache and a group of marines. The marines didn't number more than 5, and none of them wore exceptionally impressive ranks on their shoulders. Four of them were senior soldiers; people with a look on their faces that suggested that the only thing they are aiming to achieve in life is the Marine pension, and no more. The fifth one was noticeably younger; a man who was in his mid-late 30's and sported a blonde, short-lengthed beard along with a pair of blue eyes and a ragged looking frame. He was wearing a strong figure; wide and tall shoulders, thick arms, neck and jaw, and a large nose that was seemingly broken multiple times. Judging by the posture and overall appearance of the other marines, one could easily guess that even though he was noticeably younger, he was the leader of them. Perhaps; a young marine who was stationed in this remote island in a desperate search for a promotion. However, inside the inn, sat two men who definitely didn't belong in the group of friends. The first one fell slightly shorter than 6'0" and weighed around 200 lbs. He had golden pools for his eyes and a green, pointy hair that sported his head. He sat there, holding a mug of ale in his right hand and held a beaded bracelet he was playing with, in the other. He leaned back in his chair and counted the beans slowly. The second one sported a white hair and was climbed slightly taller than 6'0" and weighed roughly the same as the green-haired boy. These two were partners; a captain and his trusted, loyal Nakama. Meanwhile, the group of people that was probably known to the owners minded their own business. However, when they first arrived at the inn, they couldn't help but to eye them suspiciously. They were fearing them; their faces were uneasy, shoulders tight and clenched and mouthes kept closed and quiet. They were suspecting him much more than anyone should expect in such a small fishing village. Gill pondered about the reason for their suspicion of him for the first hour that he spent inside the inn, during which, he simply ordered a mug of ale that was served to him rather angrily. However, based off of the man's experience with the local residents of the various islands in the East Blue, he was prepared to come upon some angry folks in a deserted fishing village. He was just surprised; that was all there is to it. He sighed as he kept playing with his beads, quite noticeably bored. It was annoying! He came to this island because he heard it was filled with hard, tough survivors who were dealing with extreme weathers and unimaginable animals! But what he had found was no more than a group of angry looking men and a woman, along with a few kids playing outside. He dragged an impressive chug and emptied his mug, and immediately after doing so, he approached the bartender; who was still looking quite angry when he chose to walk towards her. Interesting. It was definitely interesting. Her look wasn't suggesting that she wanted to reject him; but rather, that she was afraid and angry at him. Almost as if he was her enemy. He kept his face calm and friendly and nodded at her. She didn't reply. " So, sunshine. What's up?" he asked her and smiled a large smile. He asked it solely to anger her further; seeing as his mere presence was enough to upset her. So he decided to play a little bit and figure out her reasons to dislike him. She gritted her teeth and snapped the empty mug of ale she served to the green-haired man from the deck. " Leave us alone, would you? you have done enough. Your business is not with us. You know where to find *him*" the woman angrily muttered; followed by a concerned response of the other members of the group that were scattered around the first floor of the small inn. The man who was seemingly the owner, Todd, rushed to the bartender and scolded her with an angry scowl. She, in return, bowed her head and took a step or two to the back and turned around. The owner sighed. He then crossed his arms and cupped his face with one palm. The green haired man raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms. " I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not here for anyone. I'm here to kick some animal ass and meet some of the cool, tough survivors who live in the forests, ha-ha!" he happily added. It was true. Gil wasn't a violent man, nor did he come here for anyone. He was honest about his motives; these are exactly the goals he had in mind when he first ventured towards this island. He wasn't a bad guy! Just a guy who wanted some action against the fierce animals. Well, for him, it was training time! But still, he couldn't help but wonder about the woman's response and the overall vibe that was surrounding the room. It was a vibe that shouted ' HELP'. At least, in his eyes. He was nothing more than a simple man with a big dream; however, he liked to help others. And these guys were definitely looking like they could use some help. The owner sighed in relief and leaned forward on the porch, pouring himself a shot of rum after he did. He chugged it immediately and sighed once again, seemingly unaffected by the taste of the drink. He leaned forward again and rested his hands on the porch; holding and scratching his head with the use of them, massaging his scalp. Now Gil has to figure what it's all about.
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Post by Luna D. Rill on Jun 30, 2018 6:56:42 GMT -5
Luna was pissed. Not only was she lost, but some hoodlums had somehow stolen all her belongings. She could feel that the headache was coming, and it wasn't gonna be pretty. She needed those back, because she was stuck without them. There was money and several important things in there. Figuring that it was best to ask around, that was exactly what she did, and it paid off. She got the information she was looking for. Apparently, the thieves frequented a local tavern. This was where she was headed right now.
Upon getting there, she sat down in one of the three chairs and looked around. There were plenty of people around, and Luna studied them. From what she gathered, none of the people currently present looked like thieves. Maybe they hadn't gotten here yet, or maybe they were already found and defeated by someone else. Luna distracted herself by browsing through the menu. There were plenty of appealing drinks, but in the end, she chose tea. She loved tea, because it reminded her of her childhood and how her mother used to make it for her frequently. How she wished to have those days back.....
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Post by Wolf D. Gil on Jul 1, 2018 13:56:23 GMT -5
The large mustached man lifted his head from his hands and shook it a few times, a clear gesture to his alerted emotional state. He was clearly better now than he learned Gil wasn't here to harm him nor his daughter, however, something about his body language suggested that he was still very much concerned about something. Not necessarily about Gil, but rather, about the words that his daughter spoke earlier and the possible reaction that the stranger to his eyes might have to them. Gil, on the other hand, did nothing but to stare at the large man with the golden pools of him wide open. His eyebrows were raised and his mouth which was resting on his right palm was closed. He scratched and played with his chin and proceeded to trace the scar on his neck with his fingers, doing so almost unconsciously. He then proceeded to gaze deeper into the eyes of Todd who returned a gaze and finally prepared to speak to the younger man. " Your scar had me a bit worried, kid. We've had some... Troublesome visitors, lately" he said and began relaxing his shoulders as he grabbed ahold of the bottle of rum and poured himself and the younger Green-haired man a drink. He looked into his golden eyes before he chugged yet another shot easily. To his surprise, the green-haired man was quick to return the same gesture and swallowed the small portion quickly. He then sighed in relief and shook his head as he smiled at the man wearing the large mustache. Man, that was some good rum! It was clearly homemade, as he never tasted something quite like it in other pubs or restaurants. It has a sweet yet an ever-so-slightly bitter taste that somehow danced perfectly with the sweetness in the drink. It was the work of an artist, quite definitely. These homemade, rare alcoholic beverages were things Gil incredibly enjoyed, ever since he was a young teenager, really. Even though it is not common among regular, standard young teenagers (13-14-year-olds), Gil started drinking around that age. Not heavily and definitely not enough to lose his mind - however, every once in a while, he has the occasional high he was looking for. It was common between the sailors and fellow portage workers, hence he had no trouble acquiring alcohol and often had drinking buddies. Gil nodded at the older man a few times, a gesture of appreciation to the man's fine rum. The older man smiled a warm smile that bent his mustache and revealed his white teeth as he crossed his arms once again. Gil sighed and leaned back in his chair, ready to ask the older man about the occurrences he was experiencing lately. " Ossan, who's giving such a talented man as yourself trouble here?" he asked as he raised his somewhat naive green eyebrows at the older man. He was like that quite often, that golden-eyed boy. Consideration for the social circumstances, AKA tact, was something that was seriously lacking in the green haired's mind. He often was so keen on speaking his mind that he neglected to observe the general mood and vibrations in the room. He simply spoke his mind, and this was the case in this time as well. The older man smirked and sighed once again. He seemed as if he wanted to say something... But he stopped himself. He stopped himself because, well, Gil wasn't aware of it, but because if he would actually say something, it would be too late. Still, Gil wasn't aware of the fears the man held; little did he know that the older man was being threatened and extorted by those he feared Gil belonged to when he first entered the bar. However, Gil could clearly tell something was wrong. Hence, after a few moments in which silent filled the room, Gil prepared to speak. However, before his lips could even form the shape of a word, the older man stopped him. " Look, kid. You're a good one, I can tell. But we're doing good. Just a little... You know, been on the ropes lately" he said and plastered a fake smirk on his small, mustached mouth of his. Gil raised his eyebrows once again. His words have told one thing, but his overall demeanor and the vibrations in the room told otherwise. Their bodies and figures almost shouted to him that they were in trouble. That they were looking for help. Gil knew this look very very well. It was not the first time he came upon a small business owner who was in trouble. What was rather surprising in Gil's mind was that the Marines seemed as desperate as the small business owner, Todd. They lowered their gaze while an unsatisfied expression was forming on their faces, exactly when Todd smirked falsely at the younger man. Gil's attention was suddenly shifted to two important sightings - the first was a young lady who was scrolling through a menu. One who was sporting a short black hair along with green eyes. She seemed frail and somewhat curious to the golden-eyed man. However, the second sighting that was far more important to him at that specific moment for him to concentrate on any one of the surroundings in the bar. The occurrence was a loud, CRACK, noise that followed the opening of the wooden doors of the pub. To the small business entered a group of 5 men.  All of them sported a carefree, smug-looking impression and looked pretty much the same to the young green-haired man. They all wore black leather jackets and kept their hands in their pockets. The one who struck Gil as the leader fell slightly shorter than the rest of the men, who all stood around 6'3" or higher. He was around his own height, which was 5'11" and seemed to weigh slightly less than Gil himself. Gil raised his curious, naive eyebrows at the men who entered the pub and earned the absolute silence and unspoken obedience of the group of members who already occupied the business before they came. Todd lowered his gaze to the ground and inclined his head somewhat unwillingly while the Marines kept the same unsatisfied expression and didn't even bother to eye the group of men. The leader kept a quiet, calm and calculated face. He eyed the bartender Todd from afar with his mouth closed and his eyebrows resting calmly. He turned his gaze immediately to the green-haired man as he spotted his golden eyes. His demeanor didn't change as he eyed the 'golden boy' intensely along with the rest of his party members. They all kept their faces expressionless; however, inside they started asking themselves questions. Who was that boy? And what the hell was he doing here? Is he one of the new employees or rather clients of their boss?Whoever he was, even after a few long moments of silence they didn't manage to figure it out. The green-haired boy simply sat there and leaned his calm face on his open palm, much like he has done when he and Todd were shortly discussing earlier. He wasn't phased by them even slightly. He could feel their intense stares and failed silent attempts to figure him out. However, instead of giving them even the slightest fraction of satisfaction, he simply remained quiet. He wanted to lure them in. He wanted them to approach him, sit next to him and ask him the questions that would undoubtedly lead to a fight. The questions that he would answer in a manner similar to their questions. The question he would ask would most likely be, what the hell have they done to Todd? And whatever answer they would have, it's probably not going to end well for them now that they entered the pub with their smug looking faces which were looking for nothing but trouble. Now that they entered like this to the pub, walking like the typical gangsters, that was it for Gil. Because even though his face was calm, inside, he knew he had to beat them up. Everything about them practically yelled 'THUGS'. Thugs who were looking for nothing but trouble in this small place. Unsurprisingly, he was right. The leader who kept eyeing him ever since he entered walked slowly towards him and sat right next to him. Their faces were a few inches apart now. And it was clear that the leader was trying to somewhat intimidate the green-haired teenager. He kept looking at him as he coldly spoke to the mustached man. " Hoi, Aibou, give me some of your rum Tanchou' has been praising you for" he barked disrespectfully. Tom motioned to fetch the rum bottle, a desperate expression still plastered on his face. Gil simple raised his palm upwards, facing the eyes of the mustached man. Todd immediately stopped and Gil then proceeded to smirk at the criminal, not even bothering to look at the 4 others who stood behind them, circling them from most sides. " You know, when you entered this place, big-shot... You struck me as a different type of criminal. But now... I gotta say, I'm disappointed. I mean, you bark at this poor man to bring you some rum as if he's actually your partner. If you wanted to impress me by seeming so ice-cold, you failed" he said and tightened his grip around his small cup of rum as the others listened. The man seating right next to him couldn't believe his ears. Was he literally disrespecting him? One of the executives of the boss of the island? What he chose to do next would probably count as the worst mistake he has made in the last two or three months. As well as his group of very impressive apes.
Total WC: 1,637 + 1,250 = 2887 Tag: Luna D. Rill |
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Post by Luna D. Rill on Jul 2, 2018 3:28:52 GMT -5
Luna raised her head up to look at the commotion. She grinned evilly upon seeing the source of all the commotion. It was them, she was sure of that. This was a chance to get her pouch back, and teach them a lesson while at it. They seemed to be distracted by a young green-haired man, something she could take advantage of. Those men would learn the hard way that they were not the only thieves around here, and that she had perfected this technique through the years. Her fingers lightly brushed against his belt, and when she retracted her hand, she was holding his gun, which she quickly tucked into the pocket of her overcoat.
Now she had to wait until the fight between the two of them started before jumping into the fray herself. This was going to be fun, and a way to get invaluable experience on the field for when she joined the Revolutionaries. The very thought excited her immensely.
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Post by Wolf D. Gil on Jul 6, 2018 5:27:01 GMT -5
One of the mountains of men that stood around Gil and for the meantime did nothing turned around to eye the surroundings. He somehow hasn't felt it, but he has witnessed with his own eyes his pouch being stolen by the black-haired woman, or rather, the teenager with the bright green eyes. 'Hey,' he thought to himself as a scowl quickly found its way to his face. Before she could slip away, an instinct that has been developed in his violent ways over many years of street fights and countless other battles in addition to pure stupidity, caused him to grip her wrist tightly with his palm that easily coated her small wrist. He held it tightly and hasn't allowed her to leave. The man was 6'4" and weighed well over 250 lbs. He thought the small, frail woman to be nothing more than a joke to him. He brought down bigger men than himself, for god's sake! He considered himself to be a beast. A walking, living ape in the shape of a human. His forearms were thick with black hair and his face was clean-shaven, yet clear, iron-like stubbles of what was once his beard still remained on his face - a clear suggestion that he shaved more than quite often. As he grabbed her wrist tightly, his friend who was leaning his arm on his back turned around by the sudden movement. " Hey, that's that stupid girl, tanchou! I took'er wall'at earlia'" the hairy mountainous man replied somewhat incoherently. He suffered from a minor speech limitation, most probably. Well, given the fact he has received many hits to the skull as a child, it made sense. Suddenly instead of just him turning around, the entire group turned around to eye that girl. And unwillingly and most definitely unknowingly, they created the perfect opportunity for the green-haired man to attack. You see, Gil has been fighting street fights ever since he was a child. He learned that in order to survive, you don't fight in order to play. You fight in order to win. And winning means disabling the opponent as quickly and as brutally as possible. Because even if one doesn't kill their enemy, a sudden stab to the chest or stomach does the job of intimidation the other executives of said enemy just fine, and even themselves (the enemy). It was a reflex in Gil's mind to disable the leader. He knew it was the best way to create a great momentum in combat and scare the other executives away, or at the very least creating a short window of opportunity in which he'll have enough time to beat them to a pulp. Hence, as soon as they all turned around, he rushed to grab whatever large bottle that was in front of him, which was, in this case, the rum bottle and slammed it right on the leader's head. SPLASH!!! TSST!The sudden sounds echoed around the room. The leader faded almost immediately to unconsciousness, both by the sudden surprise attack and due to the unbelievable amount of force the green-haired invested into the hit, or rather, the explosive power it held behind it. Todd, who stood behind the counter dropped his mouth so quickly as his eyebrows were raised almost to the sealing when the leader's head slammed against the porch and then slipped off of the chair. The 4 others, except the large ape-human who held the woman by the wrist, turned around, holding nothing in their hands. One of them met Gil's broken bottle in a rather unfortunate turn of events - as the said item traveled at full speed towards his face, cutting his eyes and nose to the point of him instantly yelling in shock and covering his eyes. He took a step backward as the two other men were still shocked and Gil used this situation to take hold of the bottle between his fingers and use it as a somewhat of an enhancer in his attack. He held the broken bottle and slammed it using his fist right into the man's jaw, slicing his cheek open in addition to having the bottle itself piercing through his cheeks and cracking some of his teeth. The sheer force of the attack was enough to slam hard enough against the man's skull in order to send him to sleep. The mountainous man would still perhaps be occupied by the woman, but if she managed to slip away and run far away from this place, Gil would have to fight against them alone. The ape-y man, along with his other large friend, in that case would quickly take out a machete while the other would attempt to unsheath the Katana he held tied to his belt. Gil, in response, would take the broken bottle of rum and stab the man in the chest repeatedly until he would fall. He didn't stab him all the way inside to his bones and definitely in non-vital areas to make sure the latter would just fade out of the fight instead of dying. Gil preferred not to kill unless it was absolutely necessary. And, well, while his life was on the line, he still didn't deem the large man important enough to take away his life. After delivering the first two strikes, Gil took an additional step back and was now not in the direct reach of the swordsman. The Golden Boy remained cold and focused as his expression hasn't given away a single emotion. Not a single thought, not a single plan, not a single emotion. He was cold. Calculated. Focus. Determined. More than everything, he was dangerous. However, the large man who held the katana was not less dangerous than him. He went through a similar number of street fights and knew exactly what it's like to be in a situation where losing your life was a regular part of life. His 'fight or flight' response, similar to Gil, was enhanced. Much more than average people who haven't fought in truly dangerous situations. Hence, even though the fear emotion still lingered in his mind that rose in response to the green-haired man, who was half a foot shorter than him and weighed at least 70 pounds less. His size didn't scare him, as you can probably imagine. What scared him was his behavior ever since the beginning of the fight. He was scared because he didn't expect this small, cheerful man to attack so viciously and suddenly with no warning. He didn't say a word, he simply teased them and attacked them whenever he had the chance. Much like the average thug. It wasn't a sign that he was a common thug, though. As he hasn't carried himself this way and he seemed far, far more focused than a normal thug. He looked like a true street fighter. Someone who was beaten to complete sh*t. Someone who almost died in a fight more than once, and hence knew exactly what the risks in such a fight were. He was afraid because this man was so small yet so deadly. This thought, even though it was described quite thickly, lasted, in truth, only a fraction of a second. That's how the mind worked during situations when a person truly fears their life. The mind races. It reaches unbelievable paces due to the immense mental pressure that is activated on the body. And even though he was used to it, one can never stop the flow of thoughts. They can only accept them and allow them to keep drifting. The large man attacked immediately after his friend fell to the floor after he was stabbed a few times in the chest by a horizontal slash with his katana, which Gil easily dodged. He was fast, precise, and strong. His gaze was focused on the large man's eyes and his golden locks gave away only one, clear message - I am here to win. I will do whatever it takes to survive. As Gil dodged, the large man grabbed the katana with his right hand and followed the golden boy's frame with a diagonal slash that managed to cut only slightly into Gil's upper chest. It slightly pierced through his strong muscles, yet it wasn't even enough to intimidate him. Gil flinched like any other person would - it was an automatic response of the body, after all. He flinched and charged right at the huge man as he grabbed his right wrist with all his might. The huge man was surprised by how strong the green-haired man was. The amount of pressure he activated on his hand was immense. It was enough to keep his sword in its place. Gil then took the bottle as the man tried to resist and slashed the man's face with it. SPLASH!The sound of a breaking glass bottle was heard. A nasty cut was opened almost immediately on the man's face, however, he wasn't terrified. Oh no, he knew what to do next. He let go of the katana and sent a headbutt at the green haired man's forehead, sending him flying to the ground. He tried to aim for his nose but he didn't see it quite clearly because of the cut that was leaking blood on his eyes. They both suffered a minor concussion from it, but Gil was more durable than him. He was smaller, but a lot more durable. He was trained to keep fighting after a serious concussion. So this? This was nothing. The Green-haired man fell on the ground along with the large man, landing right next to him. He then took the bottle and stabbed him in the shoulder multiple times until the huge man finally gave up. That's it. In 20 seconds or so, 5 men were badly defeated. Gil stood up and wiped his face from the drops of blood his enemies left on his face. He eyed the rest of the room and went ahead to check the leader. He knelt next to him and kept the bottle tightened in his right fist. The looks of the Marines and Todd. Man, it was priceless.
Luna D. Rill TOTAL WC: [2,887] + 1,691 = 4,578
Notes: Notice that I allowed some room for Luna to participate in the fight itself. If she chooses not to, Gil would handle it by himself. |
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Post by Wolf D. Gil on Jul 16, 2018 7:02:36 GMT -5
The green-haired man took a few deep breaths as the men lied on the ground. The marines, Todd and his daughter were all shocked - it was quite amusing for Gil. Their eyebrows were raised, their jaws dropped, almost to the floor - and they blinked more times than he could hope to count.
"W-W-W-ait..." the supposed leader of the marines said. He seemed to be around 30 years old or so. He wore a lightly tanned skin along with a hairy, muscular body. He sported a thick beard and a large scar running through his face. He seemed battle-hardened and overall quite a tough man. Hence Gil was somewhat surprised to see him tagging along with the games the thugs started playing, earlier. Make no mistake - this group of Marines, they were afraid of these thugs. Perhaps not terrified, but they were afraid enough not to fight them. Gil didn't think about the reason as to why they are afraid of the thugs yet, however, he was certainly about to ask them.
He gazed deeply into the leader's eyes and then glanced towards Todd as he knelt next to the leader. He sported a serious look on his face and quietly, yet quite clearly, asked.
"Mind telling me what's going on, now?" he asked softly, yet, again, clearly. The marines looked at him and gritted their teeth. They kept their gaze fixated on the floor. They proceeded to clench their fists and slam them against the round, wooden table they sat next to.
Their leader then sighed and returned an intense look to Gil, who was staring at him ever since he thought of speaking the previous words.
"Alright," he said, a disappointed look slowly spreading on his face and on the faces of his comrades. "I'll tell ya'" he said once again, however, this time, in a much lower, more disappointed tone.
He sighed and poured himself some water before he began talking. He then took a few moments to drink, thinking deeply of the words he was about to speak. Gil, on the other hand, kept his face calm and focused on the man. He was ready to listen. He wondered why they were so worried. These thugs didn't seem so bad. And Gil could tell if they were really bad. After all, he had a large scar on his upper body caused by really bad thugs. The kind of thugs that used Seastone knives coated with a diamond-like material. The kind of thugs no one wants to mess with. And these fellas? They seemed like the average Joes of the criminal world. So there were two options: either, these citizens were being manipulated in some way, or, that their boss is one mean motherfucker. At any rate - Gil was about to find out.
Todd poured 7 glasses of rum and called his daughter from the back of the bar. He wanted her to see what Gil has done to these men. She thought Gil was their enemy, however, he proved much more of an ally in the past hour. Something about him... Something about him seemed so genuine and kind, to the man wearing the mustache. He somehow felt like he could trust him. Even though he looked like a thug himself, and sure fought like one.
The leader then continued.
"As you can probably tell, this place was a quiet lil' town for years now, ya' know," he said. "Not many people dared coming here. And I think you can see why. I mean, we're living on an island that it's basically a miracle to arrive at. The sea is raging, the natives living in the mountains are mean sons of bitches, and overall this place is really not the best for humans" he said and suggested that both the terrain and wildlife on this island were not friendly towards humans. "Then, about half a year or so, a really nasty motherfucker came here. And man, let me tell you something - when I say mean, I mean the worst one I've ever seen" he stopped as Todd passed by the table and carefully laid the rum-filled glasses on the roundtable. "I didn't really know why he came here, but he did. When he landed, he was a friendly dude, though. He and his crew were welcoming and overall quite helpful around here. He stated that he was a businessman and wanted to create a little mechanic tools factory here. Me, being the 'sheriff' of this place, agreed. We didn't really know violence, ya' know. So I had no actual reason to refuse such a nice man. Plus, he said he'll help us out with the supplies and creating better buildings for the citizens. So, yeah, we kept quiet" he then stopped and chugged the drink almost immediately. A sour, frustrated look spread on his face. "The next day, around 10 large ships came here. They were all fucking pirates. They've roamed the streets, invaded the houses, assaulted the women and ravaged the bar. As soon as we, the 10 marines who were posted on this island, went out to investigate, we got beaten to a pulp. After they've finished with us, they took us to the 'kind' man who entered the island just the other day. He kindly explained that from now on, he is the one in charge of this island. And whoever messes with him, whether they are pirates or marines is gonna get crushed. He filled out a false report, sent it to the Marines HQ, and forced me to lie to my direct commander about the situation goin' on in the island. If not, he said he'll kill one family per hour until I'd be convinced to listen to him" he said, extremely bitterly. "I didn't wanna take any chances, so I just kept my mouth shut and did everything for the sake of the people," he said, trying to explain himself to Gil. Gil, on the other hand, kept his face calm, quiet and turned his body towards the older leader. He listened to him closely, not interfering.
"That's been the situation ever since. He rules over us with an iron hand. He sends his thugs to toy with us every few days, and if someone touches them, he burns a random house on the town" he said.
Gil nodded deeply as he closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
"His name?" the green-haired man asked.
"Charles 'Sharky' Dance" the leader responded, almost immediately.
Gil then kept nodding and let out a deep breath. "What's his actual business on this island, Cap'n?" he asked the marine.
"From what we've gathered, illegal weapons trade. He supplies and manufactures weapons to many pirate crews roaming around the East Blue" he said. "And we know that, because, well, every now and then a ship or two arrives at the island to pick out crates of firearms. And lemme tell you, they're not legal" he said.
Gil nodded once again and crossed his arms.
Surprisingly, the thug who received a bottle to his head had woken up after a minute or so. He was more durable than Gil thought! The man rose to his feet and attempted to unsheath his sword, however, he was too dizzy to accomplish this feat. Gil raised his eyebrows calmly at him and crossed his arms. He stared right into his eyes. The thug took a look around, only to find his mates lying on the ground - knocked out. He figured out it was Gil who was responsible for it. He didn't know what to do exactly, so he tried escaping the place. Gil stood up quickly and held him by the neck, then proceeding to pinch him powerfully into the floor.
"U-UGGGGH!" the thug cried.
Gil knelt next to him as he kept holding his face, pinching it against the floor. "Listen to me very, very carefully, kid," he said calmly. "You're going to run towards your Cap'n you mentioned earlier and you are going to tell him some green-headed boy fucked you and your friends up so badly, that even a plastic surgery won't fix your faces. Then you're going to tell him that this boy is waiting for him at the port. And tell him that he doesn't accept less than 25 men sent at him, you got it? Now, you have an hour to make sure all of these men are sent to the port. If not, I'm going to kill all of your friends and come after you to finish my earlier job. Do you understand?" he explained, calmly yet strikingly. The thug was petrified - this green-haired man, someone that seemed not older than 18 years of age, managed to beat him and his friends so easily and even had the balls to threaten him and his boss. And, well, like most others thugs, he was ruled by fear. And the fear that Gil triggered was enough to send him running towards his boss. He was going to do it anyways.
Gil lifted him from the ground like a cat lifting her kittens by their necks and motioned for him to run away as quickly as possible. He then walked towards Todd, who was unsurprising, shocked by his actions, and finished his mug of ale. He let out a pleased sigh and smiled widely at the man.
"Make sure you're hiding somewhere on the island, okay? I wanna see you after I'm done dealing with this shithead" he said and winked at the man, patting his back as he turned around to eye the marine.
"Arrest these five men and throw 'em at the port, next to where I'll be waiting. Then take this group of people and lock 'em somewhere safe. This town is probably going to suffer a few 'natural' disasters from the upcoming fight that's going to happen" he told the man. Gil, who seemed childish and somewhat unintelligent - surprised the men present at the bar. He has taken the lead in a cold, effective manner. He was confident and somewhat terrifying. Gil then kept walking towards the exit and turned around one last time to eye the marines.
"You are the symbol of honor, for god's sake. Don't embarrass yourself and whatever idea you fought to defend by giving in to these fools. After I'm done with these fools, I don't wanna see you guys slacking off again. That's your first and last time giving up like this, to these stupid sons o' bitches. You were given the honor to be in charge of this island. Stand up for it. Fight for it. Die for it. But make sure that these beautiful, dear, men and women are alive and well. You are Marine soldiers, ya' know!" he said, almost like a father scolding his children. The Marines remained speechless. He was a kid, compared to them - yet he has spoken so truthfully and wisely that they had nothing to say.
"Good luck, people," he said and waved at them with the back of his hand as he walked towards the port, his back facing them. He kept his right hand in his pocket as he walked out and sighed. 'Man, I'm getting to have too much fun lately. It's not fair to others, really' he thought to himself as a deep sensation of joy filled his body when he plotted to finish off the crime boss and his executives who were sent after him.
He arrived at the port after a few moments of walking. He then climbed on his rowboat and sighed as he leaned on a white, thin mattress he has laid there. He reached for a beer can that was laying inside a basket filled with ice next to him and chugged half of it easily.
He began pondering how to take on this Sharky dude. Firstly, he needed to determine if Sharky would come on his own, or rather, would he send his dogs at Gil first? Would he actually send 25 men or less? These questions popped into his mind as he stared into the blue skies. He then smiled widely. He enjoyed this sensation. He enjoyed this process of planning his steps and getting into a fight in which he might actually be forced into a corner. Whatever Sharky would choose to do, Gil would face it. Even if he wouldn't be able to formulate a plan prior to the battle, he'll think of something when the time comes. It was always like this. He always shined whenever he was pushed into a corner. This time wouldn't be any different. It was a challenge! And the green-haired man never backed off from a challenge. Not before, not now, and definitely not later.
It's go-time, Sharky!
Total WC: [4,578] + 2,130 = 6,708
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Post by Wolf D. Gil on Jul 16, 2018 10:55:42 GMT -5
It's been half an hour and the port has been quieter than the terrifying waters of the North Blue. Gil kept sipping some beer slowly and every now and then, he peeked to see if the people indeed came to meet him here. He was disappointed to discover that no one approached, even after 30 minutes. He sighed. ' I guess I'll have to go look for 'em on my own in an hour or so... So boring...' he thought to himself as he clenched his fist around the empty beer can. He then threw it in the air and began playing catch with himself, to get over the boredom.
The badly injured man ran as fast as he possibly could towards the factory, where his boss, Sharky lingered. It took him 10 minutes of jogging like a maniac to arrive at the factory. The two guards posted at the entrance, both of them towering over the executive quite easily, simply stepped aside as the higher ranked thug rushed into the building. It was a relatively new building - it was fully constructed a few days ago, by Sharky. Rumor has it that he hired a Devil Fruit user who could manipulate concrete in order to set this place up. Additionally, he hired an abnormal number of workers to install foundations there and in order to make sure this place is actually ready to go. True, constructing such a place in half a year is an outstanding achievement; however, Sharky has proven that with the correct supervision and manpower, it is indeed possible. Electricity, sewer and different pipelines. The place was around 1500 square meters in size (diameter), and it looked like a common factory. Red and various metallic pipes decorating the ceiling, the floor, walls, and ceiling were created from an exquisite type of concrete and overall the place had very good foundations. The factory was divided into a few departments. The first and largest was the Manufacturing department. It was slightly bigger than a third of the size of the factory. Around 100 workers worked there. Most of them were the citizens of the island. The truth was that Sharky forced them to work there. However, in his own way, he rewarded them for their work. He paid them and ensured that this island was getting enough supplies. The main problem was, however, that he employed children amongst his workers. Children who weren't physically capable of dealing with metal and performing mechanical jobs. None of the children complained, however, each and everyone suffered from some kind of injury. Some had a bulging disk, some suffered from sciatica, some from broken limbs. Doctors were hired by him as well, but their only job was to make sure that the workers are fit. They weren't interested in doing what's right for them, which was, to stop the work. Instead, they forced them to work while making sure their injuries are not getting any worse. And those who weren't capable of working paid a price. Usually Sharky has taken one of their fingers, however, some children even lost one of their eyes. Sharky was ruthless, even to children. Next was the packing department. There, only Sharky's men worked. It was a simple job. To pack the manufactured items inside massive crates. Lastly, was the headquarters department. There, Sharky and his men lived. This was their living quarters. Sharky lived, slept and worked in his room - which was a large office. The bruised thug sprinted towards the factory, all the way to Sharky. He rushed the stairs and finally arrived at his door. He then attempted to calm his breath and knocked 3 polite, gentle knocks on the door. " Enter" a low, commanding voice clearly spoke out. The thug entered the room, greeted by two large men, both taller and wider than him by quite a lot. Around 2 meters ahead of him sat Sharky. He sat on a red large cushioned chair and calmly sharpened his katana. Sharky was a tall man. He stood at around 6'3" and was relatively slim. His build was athletic; lean and muscular. He had large palms, relatively to his height. He sported a short-cut black hair, a clean-shaven face and a pair of blue, nearly transparent shades. He wore a white raincoat on top of a gray suit, black shoes, a black buttoned shirt and a purple tie. He didn't flinch as the man who was breathing heavily entered the room. He hasn't lifted his gaze to meet his. He was focused on sharpening his katana. After a few moments, his calm, cold, expressionless face was raised and his eyes met those of the bruised thug. Dry blood decorated his forehead and he was breathing heavily. " Dance-dono..." he bowed deeply and called honorably. Sharky nodded at him as he kept sharpening his katana. " There's a guy... A green-haired boy. He... He arrived at Todd's bar and easily blown me and my crew off, senpai" he added in an apologetic tone. Sharky kept eyeing him as he kept handling his katana. " A-a-and... He threatened to kill all of them if I won't bring 25 men to fight him" he then added. Sharky calmly laid the katana on its stand and motioned for the thug to approach him and take a seat next to the table, in front of him. The man followed his lead and did exactly what he motioned him to do. He was shaking. He was both terrified of the green-haired man and of his boss, Sharky. " Ryuzu... Why are you shaking?" Sharky asked softly as he looked into his worker's eyes. " I...I... Bo-boss..." he couldn't complete the sentence. Sharky, in response, nodded at him and reached out his hand. The man lowered his gaze and began shaking even more. Almost unwillingly, he took Sharky's hand. Sharky calmly laid the man's arm on his table as he pulled out a small knife that was decorated with ivory. In a swift, decisive motion, he cut off the man's middle finger. The man bit his tongue as hard as he could in order to muffle the scream. He couldn't allow his screams to be heard. That was Sharky's rule, after all. If you scream - you lose another finger. And the man was well aware of it, given his position now. Sharky then cupped his chin and raised his head, so that his worker's gaze could meet his. He still kept his cold, expressionless look on his face. " Ryuzu... You have always been a lucky one, you know. You've always gotten away with your lollygagging and failures because I loved you as a younger brother. However, this may not continue any longer, young-one" he explained softly, in a low tone. " You'll take my lucky 8 crew and deal with this guy. Don't come back without either him alive or with his head" he simply instructed. That's all it took. He hasn't asked any further questions nor left any replies. He feared Sharky as if the latter was a god. He knew exactly what he meant and knew exactly what would happen if he were to fail his boss. Sharky then reached for a horned den-den mushi and dialed a few numbers calmly. It rang for a mere moment, and then a high voice could be heard on the other side. " Malcolm, get the rest. You and your men, along with Ryuzu, are headed to solve a problem of ours. Ryuzu will explain the details" he said. " Aye sir" the high voice simply answered. And that's all it took. Sharky hasn't considered the green-haired man anything more than a simple threat. He wasn't someone that he even bothered to think about. He had other issues to attend to. His katana was currently his top priority, for example. Other than the guy who managed to defeat his men easily. The only reason he instructed Ryuzu to go after him, is that these men were his men, and they were hurt by who he believed to be his enemy, even though he has never met a green-haired man, nor he knew who he was. And, well, he allowed Ryuzu a chance to redeem himself. Ryuzu, still biting his tongue, bowed deeply and left the office. He rushed towards the first aid kit that was located at the kitchen and taped his finger a few times. He didn't have much time to do anything more than that, so he simply applied the most basic first aid he could think of and rushed towards the exit. There, the 8 men waited for him. They were all short and slim. Some of them were gunmen, some were swordsmen and some were martial artists. However, they were all a part of a special group in Sharky's service. They were the Lucky Eight. Malcolm nodded at Ryuzu, who bowed in response, still in agonizing pain from Sharky cutting off his finger. Malcolm eyed his finger and returned his eyes to meet Ryuzu's. " You fucked up, Ryu, haven't you?" he said. " Well, if you're here, then I guess I did" he replied somewhat nervously. Both because of the pain, and because he really did fuck up. And he got off lucky. This time, it was just a finger. Next time, it could be an arm. Or worse. His life. Malcolm sighed heavily and nodded at him as he patted his back. " Don't worry, Ryu. That's what we're here for. Come, show us where this man is" he said. They all starting heading off towards Gil. The lucky eight were oddly calm, in comparison to Ryuzu, who was anxious. " Malcolm... This guy... You-you, you have to trust me" he said, somewhat incoherently. " He's no ordinary fella, Malcolm..." he added. " He took me and my crew out in less than 20 seconds... His strength, speed, brutality... It's something I've only seen in my dreams" he said, truly fearing the green-haired man. Malcolm nodded and patted his back once again. " Describe him and his fighting style to me, from what you've gathered, of course" Malcolm politely asked. Ryuzu nodded and scratched his chin nervously. " He's 5'11" and weighs around 200 lbs. He has a green hair and golden eyes. He is a young man, around 20 years of age or something along those lines. And... His fighting style? Hmmm..." he stopped, embarrassed as he really couldn't tell Malcolm much, because he was knocked out relatively quickly. " He is very powerful. He has an explosive force behind his attacks. And he fights using whatever he can find... That's what I've seen, at least" he said as the group kept marching. Malcolm nodded and patted his back once again. " Okay, Ryu. Here's what we'll do. We'll bait him out and then fire at him from afar. 20 meters would do," he explained to the younger man. He then turned to the group and signaled them to halt. " Men - our battle plan is, as follows. Wherever he is - we're not fighting him inside a closed building. We're luring him out and keeping our distance away from him. Our gunmen, me included, would fire at him until he can no longer stand. Make it quick and as efficient as possible" he said. The men nodded. They were united - they stood as a single living creature. They resembled a military squad much more than a crew of gangsters. They were disciplined, loyal and most importantly - trained. Each and every one had his own role and profession and they worked in an organized fashion. They formulated tactics and followed their commander's orders - who was, of course, Malcolm. Malcolm was nothing special, really. He is an ex-soldier, that's all that's special about him. He's an average Joe in any other field, except being a soldier. He is a good marksman and is a relatively smart tactician, but nothing more. The men nodded and spoke together. They were one. " AYE SIR!" in a united, military-like call.
It's been 45 minutes and Gil took a glance at Todd's Alley. There he saw 8 men coming. A frown quickly spread over his face. " I asked for 25, god-fucking-damn it!" he yelled. He then caught the attention of the men who stood 60 meters away from him. They were not sure it was him, as he hasn't exactly revealed himself to them. They just heard a distant voice coming from a rowboat and decided to investigate, after they have confirmed no one was waiting at the bar.
Total WC: [6,708] + 2,075 = 8,783 |
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Post by Wolf D. Gil on Jul 16, 2018 13:33:47 GMT -5
Gil was honestly pissed off at them. Bringing 9 men to fight him? Seriously? What, was he a small fish? Oh no, that's not going to pass quietly. He is going to humiliate them. He realized that he still has some time to plan his further steps as the men progressed towards him. They were still not close enough to see him, and he could tell that because he didn't really see them clearly as well. They were heading towards the rowboat slowly, weapons unsheathed and guns fully loaded and ready. As they took silent, slow steps towards him, Gil ever-so-quietly crawled to the right side of the boat and quietly fell into the water.
The men looking for him, however, managed to see him doing it.
"What was that?" Ryuzu asked Malcolm quietly as he heard something falling into the water. Malcolm eyed him and signaled for him to shut his mouth. Ryuzu was quick to receive and understand the message and proceeded to quietly step towards the boat along with the rest of the guys.
That was probably their first mistake.
Not that objectively it wasn't a smart thing to advance quietly and slowly towards a dangerous enemy whose abilities are unknown to you; however, in this case specifically, it wasn't the right choice. Because they had a chance to shoot at the boat and cause him to pretty much stay in place as their people rushed towards him. He then would have been forced to remain in place and be a victim to their attacks.
The second mistake was that they sent two men to investigate the rowboat, and only one of them had a gun. Gil, on the other hand, already managed to dive under the port and hid underneath the wooden planks that formed it. If they were wise enough to send two riflemen, they should've fired at the water, to try and force a reaction from him, assuming they suspect he is hiding underwater, which they are.
The two soldiers checked the rowboat and quickly reached the conclusion that Gil was here. They haven't spoken. Instead, they signaled Malcolm that he was on the boat by quietly picking up the empty, clenched beer can. Malcolm quickly got the message and nodded at them. He signaled the rifleman to fire at the boat - a smart move, as Gil could've hidden underneath the boat and improvise an air pocket by using the wooden curves of the ship to rise slightly above the water. And they were right to assume that Gil was capable enough to pull off these actions because every good fighter knows that when you are fighting against someone you are not familiar with, you should assume the worst case scenario - and that is, that they are more capable than you think.
PEW!
The shots echoed through the air and damaged the cheap wooden rowboat. As soon as the shot was fired, Gil dove once again. This time, a little deeper than before. He then calmed himself down and planned his further steps. The cold water that coated his body gave him a sensation of relaxation and confidence - one that he has used to his advantage.
Using his unordinary strength and the short distance that separated the water and the cheap, wooden planks, he punched the two planks exactly underneath the shooter's leg and crushed them. The shooter fell into the water - preventing the other shooters from firing at Gil in response, as if they would shoot at the direction in which they've believed Gil hid, they would've hit their partner. Gil took ahold of his legs and pulled him under the water. He then dove deeper as he moved his arms around the man's neck - as the latter was unprepared to deal with such an act. The man attempted to ram his weapon against Gil's ribs, however, Gil positioned himself so that his back was facing the ocean's floor and so that his enemy's face was facing the sky. He had missed his attack, and Gil kept strangling the man with his right arm as he swiftly robbed the man from his weapon and kept diving towards a rock. The man tapped out into unconsciousness after around 40 seconds, and Gil covered his mouth and nose in order to make sure that the water doesn't get inside his lungs. He was calm and prepared. He spent a lot of time underwater, he was an exceptional human diver - as he could hold his breath for 2 minutes underwater, well, last time he checked. The technique to remain 2 minutes underwater was to keep calm. Meditation helped him with that in the past, and meditation helped him with that today. After a minute or so underwater, he dove towards a rock that was positioned around 30 meters from the rowboat. The rock was flat and tall and he could hide behind it.
There, he dropped the unconscious man and robbed him of his weapons. He took the long barrel for himself and kept the man's personal hunting knife hidden in his clothing.
Gil's enemies, on the other hand, were already plotting ahead.
The swordsman who was with the rifleman told Malcolm that he saw Gil heading towards the exit from the island - most probably, to one of the rocks that were further ahead. Malcolm nodded.
"We'll wait for him here. He's not going to escape, he's coming back. He fought you all even though he could've escaped, correct? He had enough time to run away, yet he chose to stay and beat the shit out of you all. Ain't that right, Ryu?" he asked. "Ye-Yeah, Malcolm. He has" Ryuzu said. Malcolm then continued. "Swordsmen - form a line behind me. Jones me and you are aiming at the man. As soon as you see the smallest sign for his existence, you shoot. Is that clear?" he asked quietly.
"Yessir" Jones answered. Jones was 5'9" and weighed around 170 lbs. He wore a bald head and a leather jacket. He wore a thick beard and a connected eyebrow. He wasn't the most charming prince, however, he was a good soldier. He knew how to follow orders and how to shoot a gun well. Most importantly, he and Malcolm go way back. They served in the Marines together, once upon a time. They've even been on the same ship! And ever since then, they stuck together. When Malcolm left the Navy in order to join Sharky, he asked Jones to follow him. And his old friend didn't hesitate to join. The Marines didn't pay well. Not to them. They were simple soldiers. Some might even say that they were choreboys. This feeling of frustration built over years until finally, they both decided to take an opportunity to join a rich 'businessman' - who was, in truth, a criminal.
Gil, on the other hand, hid behind the rock a little further. He figured that he couldn't just approach them from the port. Oh no. They would pierce his body with bullets. Even though they were two and they more than likely didn't care enough ammo to fight for a long time, they were still a threat. Two shooters against one unarmed diver? That's a shitty plan. Gil figured he needs to flank them. So he scouted the area ahead. He saw that around 100 meters to his east-north, there was a rocky entrance to a forest. It wasn't exactly a traditional entrance, but rather, an opportunity to climb the rocks and enter the forest. He decided to go for it. However, there was still the risk of them firing at him as he climbed the rocks. He was certain that they wouldn't be able to hit him from a little bit more than 100 meters away with their guns, though. Or at least, he hoped so.
Time to head towards the rocky forest entrance!
Total WC: [8,783] + 1,315 = 10,097
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Post by Wolf D. Gil on Jul 16, 2018 15:50:23 GMT -5
The next objective was simple in theory, but a bit hard to execute. Nothing that Gil couldn't do, though. He had a strong will and a capable body. The task of diving 100 meters towards the forest entrance. Not diving 100 meters under the ground level, of course, but rather, diving a hundred meters in the depth of 1.8 meters or so. At any rate - it was time to go, and Gil took a deep breath and dove right inside.
The sun was still up but it began to set. There was still light outside and the beautiful sunset hit the face of the water, warming Gil's heart a bit as he swam towards the entrance. The sight was honestly beautiful. Him swimming along with the small fish, seeing them as the magnificent sun rays are hitting the water. They shined exactly on the right spot for Gil to see the different fishes swimming around. Most of them were typical salmon fishes, however, every once in a while, a unique fish appeared in front of his eyes. For example, a fish that had yellow, black and white straps; and was around 10" in size. It was really easy for Gil to be distracted as he dove towards his destination. He managed, however, to keep himself focused on his destination as he knew exactly where to go. Even if he would miss in a few meters, it wouldn't be so bad; as long as he sticks to the route he planned for himself.
The mission was successful. He had finally arrived at the rocks he has been planning to arrive at! He quickly took his head out of the water and gasped for air, taking a few deep breaths as he gripped the rocks. The men waiting for him haven't noticed him yet. He noticed it because exactly after he took a few deep breaths, he glanced to his right in order to check if they are onto him. They were still waiting for him behind the wooden planks of his port.
Malcolm sighed heavily as he and his men were waiting for the green-haired man. It reminded him of an ambush he and Jones once participated in when they were Marine soldiers. They were waiting for a group of fishmen pirates to confront them on shore. In short, the ambush was a success, however, they've lost a few men to the fishmen who used the water to their advantage. It reminded him of that ambush because Gil was proving a rather annoying problem to him and his men. He managed to break wooden planks with ease and then take out a rifleman! A rifleman of the lucky seven! Man, this is something pretty serious in his eyes. The lucky seven haven't lost a member ever since they were formed. So suddenly, this kid shows up and manages to take Dave out of the fight? This is a problem. A problem they must overcome.
It was only by a mistake that Jones observed someone climbing the rocks 100 meters away from them.
"Malcolm, sir! Look! 100 meters, north-east!" he whispered quite sharply. Malcolm quickly turned his gaze to meet the distant green-haired man who was now sprinting into the forest. Before any of them could fire, Malcolm raised his hand and signaled for them to halt. He knew that there was no point in chasing him now, inside the forest. He had a 100-meter advantage over them. Plus, he was fighting for his life, while they were fighting because they were instructed to. Malcolm, as a soldier who fought for his own survival, knew the difference between those fighting just to follow orders and those who were fighting to survive. Those who fight in order to survive are much more likely to succeed; even if they are few in number. Because these people have everything to lose; their lives. Hence, they would do everything to stay alive. Malcolm was additionally aware of the fact every person has their weaknesses. And he wanted Gil dead. If he wanted to kill him, he needed to exploit his weaknesses.
Malcolm then turned to Ryuzu. He had a good idea in mind.
"Ryu, let me ask you something about this boy. Say, when you were inside the bar, did he seem to care about the people around there? About Todd and that marine?" he asked as he crossed his arms.
Ryuzu took a few moments to think about it as he scratched his beard and finally nodded at Malcolm.
"Yeah. He seemed like he was fighting for them, sorta" he replied.
Malcolm smirked and patted the younger man's back. 'Good' he thought to himself.
He then called everyone to form a circle and prepared to instruct them.
"Men, this is our new plan. Swordsmen advance in the front, me and Jones are waiting behind you. We're gonna lure him out. Ryuzu, me and you are going to describe how badly we hurt Todd and Joey the marine. When we lure him out, I want you to give me a heads up. I'll let the command for you swordsmen to crouch as myself, Jones and Ryuzu are going to fire at him. We're gonna pierce this son of a bitch like a puppet. Understood?" he asked, quietly. He looked deeply into the eyes of his subordinates. They all nodded and replied, once again, together.
"Aye sir!"
Gil was thinking about how to flank them as he hid inside a bush. It wasn't a good idea to simply sprint towards them. The guy leading them seemed like he knew what he was doing, tactics-wise. They seemed organized and well-coordinated, much like a squad of marines. Gil smirked as he thought of them as Marines.
In the meantime, they all advanced towards him. Swordsmen in the front, gunmen in the back. They walked regularly; this time, they weren't trying to muffle their steps. Oh no. Now, they wanted to be heard.
It took them a minute or so to approach the entrance to the forest. In front of them stood a tall tree and countless green bushes. By now, it has gotten darker. The skies were grey and the stars started to spread on the evening sky.
Malcolm eyed Ryuzu and winked at him, then started talking loudly. "Hey man, is that man with the mustache alive?" he shouted.
Gil's attention was immediately shifted to the loud voice shouting from outside of the forest. He took a deep breath and kept listening to them.
"He is, but he's fucked up pretty badly, man. They were caught earlier on their way to the Marines HQ. We roughed them up real' good, bro" he replied loudly as well.
Gil started breathing heavily and gritted his teeth.
'Calm down...' he told himself. 'They are trying to push you to the edge. They want you to reveal yourself. Relax!' he kept telling himself as he took another deep breath.
"And what about this man's daughter? Did you finally hit that?" Malcolm asked.
At that moment, Gil bit his lips so hard that they started leaking blood. 'Relax!' he kept telling himself.
"Oh yeah man, me, Jones and Dave. We hit it so good, I don't think she's gonna be able to walk in the next couple of weeks" Ryuzu replied and laughed loudly.
And that was the last straw. He tried to calm himself down. To tell himself that it might be false. To tell himself that they are lying to him. But he has indeed left the bar and couldn't see if these people were alright or not. Perhaps when he was making his way towards the port, they were being caught and abused. That small seed of doubt grew larger and larger as the two kept discussing and Gil couldn't take it anymore.
He sprinted towards the voice, a rock and Dave's gun in his hand.
Malcolm smiled. He raised his hand and the swordsmen ducked as he, Ryuzu and Jones fired at the direction of the moving bush; around 25 meters from them. The bullet grazed Gil's shoulder and continued to hit a tree. He then immediately crawled towards a cover as he was still holding the rock. He then threw the rock at a nearby bush, causing the men to shoot at it again as he crawled to the other side and closed the distance. He managed to crawl 10 meters, effectively closing 10 meters of distance between him and the attackers. He then rose from his crawling position in a swift motion, the gun locked in his palms as it was resting on his right shoulder, his face leaning on the stock of the weapon. The attackers haven't seen it coming as he fired at Malcolm, hitting him in the chest. Jones and Ryuzu tried to fire back, however, they have missed. The commander has fallen. The swordsmen started rushing towards Gil.
Gil smiled a vicious smile empowered by sheer rage as he met his first victim.
Man, was this bound to be a good fight? Hell yeah! 'I'm gonna fuck 'em up worse than they've ever expected, stupid iditios' Gil thought to himself.
Total WC: [10,097] + 1,527 = 11,624
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Post by Wolf D. Gil on Jul 17, 2018 15:27:15 GMT -5
The first swordsmen raised his saber and attempted a diagonal slash at Gil's head, aiming to cut deep into his flesh both in the face and neck. His friend, in the meantime, was quick to flank the two and attempted to stab Gil from the back as his friend slashed from the front. The second swordsman, however, arrived at Gil a second after his first partner; a second that made all the difference.
Gil took a side-step as the man prepared to attack him and stopped exactly as Gil went out of the way; now, he was facing his friend who didn't even manage to perform the stabbing motion. The swordsman stopped just in time to spare his friend and the two quickly moved on to attack Gil from the same direction. The first swordsman went with the same attack while his friend attempted a downward slash aimed at Gil's thighs, hoping to cut his major artery there.
Gil kicked the hand of the second swordsman as he waved his body to the left when the first swordsman attacked. He headbutted the first swordsman so strong that the man's nose shattered in an instant. He grabbed his face and took a step back as he let go of his sword. In the meantime, the other fighters, barring Jones and Ryuzu, sprinted at Gil from his flank. They were hoping to form a circle around him and attack using their number advantage, hoping to take him out of the fight. They were weaponless, however, they picked rocks from the ground and used them as throwing weapons. They were around 10 meters from Gil after they've sprinted for a second or so and the three who threw them accidentally hit the first swordsman who was stepping back, exactly to their line of fire. The man, who received one of these rocks to the back of his head, fell down as the strike was hard enough to send him to sleep. Meanwhile, his second friend attempted to tackle Gil to the ground. However, Gil managed to grab his head with his left arm as he dove right in, attempting to take Gil with him. He stopped him with his hand and rammed the rifle he was holding in his right hand a few times against the man's neck and the back of his skull. The man lost consciousness quite quickly -as Gil held exceptional strength for a man of his size and age, aimed for vital spots that hitting them meant forcing the skull hit against the brain - effectively causing the brain to 'restart' itself due to the concussion it suffered. While the man dove into unconsciousness, Gil grabbed him and used him as a human shield. The men approaching him were reluctant to assault him now that he was holding their friend as an effective, human shield. Ryuzu and Jones who were willing to fire at Gil as well stopped and ran to their north-western direction in order to flank the man.
'Shit' is all Jones could think as he flanked the man. He was a witty bastard. He used their numerical advantage against them. He knew they would hesitate to fire at their own men. Malcolm wasn't such a leader who would allow this to happen. True, he was a criminal; but he was also a caring person. He cared for his men. They have been through a lot. And he knew that every good commander leads people with compassion and unbending discipline. These ideals were engraved into his mind during his time in the Marines. Jones, who spent the majority of his combat career with him, shared the same ideals. He was never the commander, though; however, he still held the ideas his leader followed closely. Hence, Jones would never fire at his partners. He would always take the other option. And if there isn't one, he'll create one. No matter how difficult it may be. So, yeah. This green-haired kid? He was definitely an annoying one, no doubt about it. But he'll figure out a way to deal with him, sooner or later.
Ryuzu, on the other hand; wasn't thinking much. The adrenaline rushed through his body along with simple, primal fear; he was afraid to lose to the green-haired man again. Losing meant losing a limb, or much worse, his life. And this green-haired man, he was dangerous. He managed to take a few men down; including Malcolm himself. Speaking of Malcolm...
"Ryuzu!" Jones called.
Ryuzu turned his head so that he could meet Jones' gaze. "Ye-yeah?" he asked, clearly affected by the rush of adrenaline.
"Stay with Malcolm. Press on his wound and make sure he's not fading out" he instructed the younger man. Ryuzu was smart enough to follow Jones' orders and remained quiet as he rushed back towards Malcolm. Malcolm was still conscious, however, he was in terrible pain. Gil managed to accidentally hit an already sore spot in his shoulder, causing his pain to intensify. Malcolm, being the good soldier he is, though; kept quiet. He gritted his teeth and suffered the pain quietly. He tried to stand up and reach for his rifle but Ryuzu stopped him. Malcolm motioned for Ryuzu to hand him his personal pistol, something Ryuzu was hesitant to do, though, after a few long moments of intense stares, he finally gave up and handed the pistol. Malcolm didn't need two arms in order to shoot a pistol - they taught him, during his time serving as a Marine, how to shoot with maximum accuracy with only one arm. Malcolm grabbed the shoulder of the arm in which he held the gun with his injured one, stabilizing it so that he could aim properly. He took a few deep breaths and was looking for an opportunity to hit Gil. However, his men blocked his line of sight. He shouted: "Now, duck!" to his men. He tried to shoot at Gil's head from his position but he managed to attack his own subordinate instead; hitting him in the upper chest. "FUCK!" Malcolm yelled as he shot his man by an accident. His men didn't believe what he had just done! Malcolm specifically instructed them never to shoot their enemy if they are holding their partner. It was something Malcolm has never even considered doing. They all turned their heads towards Malcolm, including Jones, causing for Gil to take this opportunity and launch an attack.
The man who Gil was holding yelled in pain as the shot pierced his chest. The bullet didn't exit the man's body, it stayed inside his body and cause extreme pain in that area. Gil waved his hand to the other side as the shot was fired, a natural instinct of his. Similar to flinching, really. He hasn't really cared that this man was shot by his own commander. It was idiotic in his eyes that a commander would choose to sacrifice his own man for the sake of stopping his enemy. The man suffered for absolutely nothing but sheer stupidity. He dropped the man he was holding as a human shield and sprinted forward.
Gil dashed towards the men who were now looking at their commander. His sudden sprint caused them to turn their heads back at him as Jones and Malcolm prepared to shoot at Gil once again. However, this time as well, Malcolm's own men were blocking their line of fire, as Gil was effectively facing them.
"MOVE!!!!" Malcolm barked at his men, infuriated. The men were quick to dive right into the ground, aiming to crawl out of there. Gil, however, followed their lead and ducked right when Malcolm's men did, effectively avoiding the shots fired at him. He then locked the weapon on his right shoulder quickly, and from the 12 meters distance, he fired at Malcolm's general direction a few shots from under a bush. He then crawled to the left, rolling a few times to avoid the following shots fired by Malcolm and Jones. He missed Jones and Malcolm and they've missed him as well. Everyone ran out of bullets and had to reload, and Gil used this chance to sprint towards Jones, as he was the closest to him. Jones raised his weapon up, trying to defend against Gil, and ram it against Gil's incoming figure, however, Gil saw it coming and launched a counter-attack with the weapon he had stolen earlier, ramming it against Jones' jaw as hard as he could. Jones faded into unconsciousness quickly and Gil proceeded to dart towards Malcolm and Ryuzu. Malcolm threw the gun at Gil as Ryuzu was lying there, clueless.
"Pick up my rifle, you fool! Now!" he yelled as Gil was rapidly approaching. However, Gil was already close enough to kick Ryuzu so hard in the head that he broke his orbit in addition to a few of his teeth. Ryuzu yelled in pain as Gil was now standing over Malcolm. Suddenly, Malcolm's men came in running towards Gil, tackling him to the ground in order to let their boss some time to reload his weapon. One of them quickly grabbed Malcolm's long rifle and loaded it as the other two tried pinning Gil into the ground.
The sudden ambush was definitely unexpected and Gil hit the ground hard. It wasn't enough to force a concussion, yet it was still annoying enough for him to want to mess them up even more. The two tried pinning him into the ground by holding each and every one of his arms. Before they hoped to actually do that, they needed to make sure he was laying on his back. Which he wasn't he fell on his side and used his forearm to absorb the damage. One of them landed on top of him while the second kind-of drifted to about 10" away from him. Gil used the momentum and swung hard for the first man's throat using his superior strength and speed. He punched it a few times, causing the man to gasp for air and hold his own neck, while the second man attempted to bash a rock that was laid next to him against Gil's head. Gil took the arm, headbutted the man in his nose powerfully, causing it to break and flipped him over in order to choke him as he positioned himself in a form that allowed him to lie on his back. He then leaned his other elbow on the ground and used it to levitate himself upwards, facing the man approaching him with the barrel rifle. The man stopped as soon as he realized he can't shoot Gil without hurting his friend. Gil used it and pushed his friend at him powerfully as he sprinted towards Malcolm, as the latter finished crawling towards Ryuzu in order to take more pistol bullets. It was too late for Malcolm, however, as Gil arrived and kicked him as hard as he could in the head; causing a quick knock-out. He then turned to the two men who were dropped to the ground and were now attempting to come back up and attacked the one who was carrying the rifle by sending a powerful punch aimed at his throat. The man stepped back as he held his throat, trying to gasp for air, and Gil used the chance to elbow him in the jaw, causing him to fade out of consciousness. The other man's site was blurry and dizzy due to his nose breaking and Gil used the chance in order to launch a powerful, right low-kick to his jaw, causing him to knock out.
That was it with these folks, all of them were knocked out on the ground and Gil stood over them, breathing deeply as he restored his breath. He quickly reached the conclusion that it would be best to ensure that each and every one of them would no longer be able to fight and decided to hide their weapons in addition to breaking both of their arms.
He proceeded to approach Jones, who he woke up because of the sharp pain he felt as his right arm was broken. As he woke up, Gil rammed his fist against his jaw once again, now breaking it completely, causing Jones to fade out again and broke his left arm.
He continued to step towards Malcolm. He took his pistol and rammed it against his skull a couple of times and got right to break his arms. Malcolm remained unconscious during the process. Gil didn't mind, though. During the process of breaking their arms, he remained quiet, cold and focused. He had to objectives: to make sure they can no longer fight and to rob them of their weapons, bar one, that he planned to keep for himself. He didn't mind causing other people pain. It's only death that he preferred to avoid if it was possible. Hence he wanted to make sure they are all alive, just not well. Not well enough to fight for the next few days, at the very least.
When he got to Ryuzu, he used the chance and punched the man's jaw a few times until it broke. It was a payback for how badly he spoke of Todd and his daughter. He wanted to make him suffer. He wanted to make sure that when he wakes up, he would be in extreme pain. He was now definitely unconscious and Gil proceeded to complete the procedure.
It didn't take long for Gil to make sure each and every one was not capable of fighting anymore. After he was done breaking their arms, he got right to taking their weapons and throwing them into the water. Before he threw the weapons into the ocean, though, he made sure he collected the ammunition for the knocked out men, because he needed as much as he could gather. Instead of lingering in the area where the injured people sent to fight him were, Gil wanted to make sure Todd, his daughter, and the Marines were okay.
Before he left, he took one long rifle and one pistol. He tucked the pistol into his pants and carried the rifle on his back. On his way towards Todd's Alley, he made a small detour and passed by his rowboat. He picked up the remaining closed cannings he had.
During his walk towards the pub, he thought about the fight that was going on earlier and smiled. Man, he was so creative at times! Ha-ha! He managed to come up with pretty good solutions to fight the gunmen during the fight. The human shield idea was his personal favorite. He liked the fact that he managed to come up with these ideas during the battle itself; it showed him that he was a creative guy, in his own crazy way. Plus, he enjoyed kicking the asses of these stupid people! Going around, thinking they can treat everyone else like they are some pieces of human garbage. He couldn't accept it! These people should be beaten to a pulp. And they were.
It took Gil a few minutes to arrive at the pub. To his delight, no one was there. Not even the guys he had beaten earlier. There were no bullets or new signs of blood on the floor and overall it seemed like everyone managed to get away safely. He sighed in relief. At least they were okay! It meant that these men lied to him. He was annoyed by it. Not only because they lied to him, but because he bought it so easily and got lured right into their hands. It pissed him off whenever he wasn't calm enough to control and mind his actions. Sometimes his rage got the better of him and he acted by it. Even if he managed to think back then, he was still driven by anger and a feeling of self-doubt. He slammed his fist against a wooden table that was positioned at the entrance to the pub and kicked off the shards of the broken glass bottle that was located next to it. 'It's so fucking annoying! I keep falling for the exact same shit every-fucking-time!' he thought to himself and walked towards the bar stand.
He went past it and entered Todd's spot, taking an open rum bottle that was laying there. He poured himself a glass of rum and chugged it quickly to ease the feeling of anger. He then took a deep breath and continued to plan his further steps.
'So, now. What do I do now? Now, I gotta make sure I'm prepared to fight that main son of a bitch sitting at the top of the tower somewhere around here' he thought to himself. He scratched his beard and walked searched the bar stand for a first aid kit. 'Next I have to make sure my arm is taped. This shit is not getting infected on me now' he told himself, referring to the injury he had received by taking the bullet that grazed his arm. It wasn't serious, but he still needed to make sure it wasn't getting infected now. After a few moments of searching, he finally found a normal kid and took it with him, along with the bottle of rum, a few bottles of water and a large kitchen knife in addition to the equipment he gathered earlier. He kept everything inside a backpack he found on the second floor, something that probably belonged to Todd, as it was a brown, large bag suitable for campers. He emptied the bag of its equipment and kept them next to the box on which the bag was carefully placed. Everything except a flashlight and a few pairs of batteries, which he had taken with him.
'So... Where am I headed now?' he thought to himself. He then reached the conclusion that it would be best for him to hide outside the town. He figured that sooner or later, the "big boss" is going to learn about him taking care of his men and is going to send men after him. Gil figured he should enter the forest and find a cave to hide in.
Good, that was his next objective.
He opened the bottle of rum and chugged some as he kept walking towards the forest. This time, he was headed towards a different entrance. He wanted to get in through the western entrance, to avoid confronting the men who were sent after him. Not because he was worried about fighting them; but rather, because he wanted to find a place to calm down and prepare for the final fight that was probably going to take place soon.
Total WC: [11,624] + 3,130 = 14,754
OOC Note: The muse just kept striking me guys xD As you can see, this post entails the events of 3-4 normal posts. The reason I allowed myself to combine it into one post is that it is a solo adventure.
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Post by Wolf D. Gil on Jul 17, 2018 16:59:58 GMT -5
It took Gil around ten minutes to arrive at the forest entrance he was looking for. At the forest entrance, there was a long marked road that led west. To his sides, Gil could see nothing but tall trees and bushes. It was dark now and Gil picked up a flashlight from Todd's place in order to see in the dark. The forest was quiet, something to expect in the night. The wild animals rarely if ever make unnecessary noise in the night, and that was because they didn't want to attract unwanted attention to themselves. The predators remained quiet because they didn't want to alert their prey and the weaker animals who were the prey wanted to remain silent in order to avoid the predators. Once in a few meters, Gil heard a sound of something moving inside a bush or hanging on a tree. He wasn't alerted by it, though. He spent a lot of time as a child and a young teenager camping in the woods. He has gotten quite a few chances to see massive, wild animals and spent many nights sleeping in the forest. His father taught him how to survive in the wild by himself ever since he was a small child, after all.
He walked around 500 meters on the marked road until he finally decided to take a break to his right; which was in the northern direction. He activated the flashlight, using a dim-light mode, and slowly and calmly walked further ahead. He heard the sound of howling wolves in the distance - probably around 600 meters away from him. He decided to make an odd, dangerous call and headed towards the sound of howling wolves. He figured that if the wolves were hanging around that area, it meant that quite a few caves/natural dens are located there. Hiding in that area, while on the face of the surface appearing foolish, was actually a good idea considering the situation Gil was in. You see, he was looking to hide from people who are going to look after him, sooner or later. The same kind of people, like every other thinking creature, who would stay away from the direction in which the sound of howling wolves could be heard. No one would willingly enter an area that is known to be occupied by predators. It is a simple, human instinct to stay away from such an area. The only exception would be a ridiculously large party heading towards that direction. 20 men at the very least. And even those 20 men, wouldn't think to look for a fugitive in such an area. It would be foolish. Gil thought of this as he advanced further ahead and decided to stick to his plan, even though it would probably mean he would face an angry pack of wolves sooner or later.
He was walking for around 40 minutes in total before he had reached a dark, cave that was guarded by 4 trees and a tall line of thick bushes. This part of the forest began resembling a jungle more than a typical forest; something that Storm Well Cove was known for. Gil crossed the line of bushes and discovered the dark cave. He unsheathed the hunting knife he took earlier and positioned his hands in an X like shape, while his left palm was clenched around the flashlight and his right one holding the knife. He advanced slowly and focused solely on the path ahead of him that led to the edge of the cave. The cave looked clean and there were no signs of wildlife here. The only thing that quite clearly suggested some kind of existence here was a large circle of rocks positioned at the end of the cave, in which, a few burnt logs laid on the ground. Gil smirked. Good! It meant that people have been here before. And by the slack of human flesh/bones, it was suggested that animals usually stayed away from this place. Animals typically didn't approach fire. Fire meant trouble in nature. And Gil was well aware of that. However, setting up a fire now could bring unwanted attention to him, so he preferred to keep quiet and go to sleep as early as possible.
He started slowly bandaging his arm, not before applying iodine and cleaning his wound, though. He poured some water and alcohol on it before he applied the iodine, and when he finished the procedure he made sure the wound is properly bandaged.
After he finished, he laid down his backpack as a pillow and drank some water and rum. He would probably hunt whenever an animal would attack him. He could survive a day or two without food. What was more important is water. Water is more essential to the human body than food. Plus, he was pretty full. He ate a few closed cans of food on his way to the island, earlier. In his bag, he made sure there is some extra food from his rowboat.
He leaned back and sighed as a smile quickly spread on his face. He took the bottle of rum and drank a few satisfying sips. He then leaned his head on his left hand, which he positioned on top of the backpack. It was a nice, warm night and the most important thing is that he found shelter. He was glad because he felt satisfied with himself. He managed to beat up a few bad guys today, and he got to come back to his origins; the forest! He was mother nature's boy, after all.
He closed his eyes and relaxed his body. Before he headed to sleep, now was the time for his daily meditation. He took a few deep breaths and focused his attention on his breaths, counting them slowly. It didn't take long before he finished meditating; around 20 minutes or so. During that time, he managed pretty well. Now that his body and mind were calm, he was prepared to go to sleep.
He quickly faded into a deep sleep as he concentrated on the distant sounds of crickets roaming around the trees.
Total WC: [14,754] + 1,027 = 15,781
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Post by Wolf D. Gil on Jul 18, 2018 12:41:05 GMT -5
Sleeping in nature wasn't similar to sleeping inside a warm, cozy building. You see, during to the world's very nature and the build of the average human, sleeping for more than a few hours without waking up even once, assuming they're sleeping outdoors, was nearly impossible. Perhaps it was due to basic primal fear or simple human instincts: yet somewhat in the person's brain decided that they needed to wake up once in a few hours to check they are okay.
Gil had woken up for the first time this night after three hours of sleep. It was only in order to take a leak. He got up and walked towards the edge of the cave. He finished the process relatively quickly and got back to his sleeping spot. He cleaned some dirt off of his clothes, chugged a bit of rum and got back to sleep after a minute or so of laying there with his eyes closed.
The second time was after 7 hours since he fell asleep for the first time and 4 hours after he had woken up for the first time. This time, a sound of something entering the cave had woken him up. He lied on his back and had his face pointed towards the top of the dark cave.
The sound was familiar to Gil. It was the sound of paws hitting against dirt and small rocks. According to the speed of the movement he had heard from the sound, Gil figured it was more than likely a relatively small animal. It moved faster than a wolf or a bear and made no sounds except for this when it entered. A bear would carry itself in a rather proud manner; letting Gil know of its presence quite clearly. It wasn't a wolf either, as it was extremely unlikely that even if a wolf was small enough to fit the movement this sound gave away, it would enter the cave by itself. And the sound definitely didn't belong to a few animals. It was a sudden, short movement.
Gil remained still in his place, with his eyes closed. He slowly reached for the knife that was positioned underneath his backpack and began wrapping his hand around it.
For about 30 seconds it was quiet before the sound of paws hitting against the dirt returned, and this time it was closer to Gil than earlier. It sounded to him like the animal was around 5-7 meters away from him or so. As it kept marching towards him, he became more and more convinced that this animal isn't a wolf. It was more than likely a single jackal. Or so he believed. He kept lying there, remaining perfectly still as the animal kept slowly walking towards him. It stopped only when Gil could feel it sniffing around him. It was about 50 cm away from him, which was relatively close. It kept slowly approaching Gil, or more specifically, Gil's bag. It was a few inches away from him as he heard it trying to sniff the inside of the bag. Fortunately for him, he had his head lying on it. He could see the shadow of a small dog-like animal. As he slowly focused his attention on the figure, he finally understood what it was. It was a fox! Phew, that was a relief. That meant he didn't have to kill it. Foxes never attack humans in nature. Because they are much larger than them and could put up a better fight. Gil knew it, hence he was calm. And he also knew that foxes are very, very careful. Hence if it felt it was followed by a larger beast, it wouldn't have progressed all the way here so slowly. Hence Gil figured he was safe for the night. The fox was looking for the Cannings inside Gil's backpack. Though after a minute or so of sniffing around it, it finally gave up, learning that Gil wouldn't move away from it. The fox finally ran away after a few minutes he spent in the cave and Gil went back to sleep.
The next time he had woken up was 2 hours after the encounter with the fox. By this point the sun began rising, indicating it was around 5:00 AM. Gil had woken up immediately and went to evacuate his bladder.
As he finished his morning routine that was composed of meditation and eating, he got right to heading out of the cave in order to gather some wood for the fire he was planning. He took all of his equipment with him, including the stolen weapons. During the day the forest was calmer, Gil had known that. Most predators were asleep and he had a lot of time to gather some supplies and prepare for the upcoming evening.
He knew that somewhere around this forest, there was bound to be a river, somewhere close to him. He memorized the way he had taken off the marked path and now returned to it. He marked a few points in his way towards the path in order to know exactly which path to take back to the cave he slept in. He began marching something around 400 meters, continuing down the path. As he was done walking this distance, he came upon a small creek. Perfect! He had enough water for the next few days, hence he didn't have to worry about filling in more water, for now. What he was looking for, though, was the series of trees located next to creeks. And, well, just an excuse to enjoy some of the natural, sweet water! He climbed up and cut off a few branches using his knife. He then peeled the trees and collected the thin pieces that coated the exterior part of the branches he had found. He started coiling these pieces of long, thin yet durable wood together until he formed a long, quite thick, durable string. He took a few pieces of the durable branches he had picked up as well.
After he was done with creating the long durable string, he proceeded to search for a sufficient amount of brushwood. In order to accomplish that, he would need to advance back towards an area that was covered with dried, old trees. An area that was located on the side of the marked path, around 200 meters back in the direction of the cave in which he was sleeping. Before he left, though, he jumped right into the cold, nice water for a few minutes; just to calm down and enjoy nature.
After ten minutes or so of just bathing in the creek, he proceeded back towards the cave. And voila! After the two hundred meters he was walking in order to get to the old tree, he has indeed found more than a few pieces of brushwood. He collected them and advanced back towards the cave. It was now around 6 in the morning and there was already light outside. He still had plenty of time to go hunting and gathering more supplies, if needed be. He stored everything in his backpack on his way to the cave, and after a few minutes of walking, he finally entered the cave again. It was properly lighted now! And Gil smirked at the interior of it. It was a simple, rocky cave which was oddly longer than he expected; around 30 meters in length by 4 meters in width. Its ceiling was relatively short, though, as it stood only at around 7'6".
Now that he got back to the gave, he went back towards the area in which he slept and sat down next to the circle of rocks.
His next objective was to figure out exactly how much food and water he still has. He quickly unzipped the backpack and gently took everything out. After he was done, he nodded at it; as if it was actually a person. It was reassuring because he still had enough supplies for the next 3 days. The only thing he would need would be a fire for the next night. He would create a large fire and would sleep behind it, with being as close as possible to the edge of the cave. Now that he made sure everything was set, he returned it back to his backpack and laid it on his knees as he was sitting on the ground.
The next step was to plan his attack against the men hired by the mobster. The first thing he would need to do would be to figure out where he lurks. After he does, he'll need to take out all of his men. And finally, find a way to beat the shit out of Sharky, the main boss. Or at least, that was his plan. Of course, it was composed of many smaller plans: for instance, he needed to decide exactly how to approach the building in which Sharky lurks and how to deal with his men. He didn't know exactly how many he employes, after all.
Though before he started any of that, Gil knew he needed some rest. He needed to sleep for at least a night and formulate a plan.
It was time for some self-talk!
"Okay, buddy! Let's start. The first plan is to sneak towards the building Sharky's hiding in. We'll need to figure out how many people are guarding it and how many people are coming in and out in a few different time periods" he stopped talking to himself in order to scratch his stubble. "Then we'll need to use some sneaky tactics on these weak boys! We'll lure them, 10 at a time. And after we're done luring them out and kicking their asses, we'll go inside!" he almost yelled inside the cave. He then raised his eyebrows and covered his mouth with his head; acting like a maniac.
"The next objective would be to fuck this guy Sharky up..." he told himself as he scratched his own stubble. He didn't quite have a plan for it yet, as he didn't know jack shit about the guy; but he wasn't afraid to just jump right into the deep water and figure out a way to take him out during the fight itself.
Phew! Now, that was taken care of. Good, now Gil could move on. He had a plan he was satisfied with, in mind, and now he could get back to resting and having fun again.
So! It was now the time to collect some more wood and just enjoy nature. He left the cave once again, while his entire equipment was taken with him and left towards the creek again.
Total WC: [15,781] + 1,786 = 17,567
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Post by Wolf D. Gil on Jul 18, 2018 14:28:39 GMT -5
The last day he spent in the forest was a nice one. Gil spent the day just relaxing around the woods, traveling and getting to know the forest and swimming around in the river. He also took some time to clean his wounds and make sure he wasn't getting an infection. It was these days that Gil exceptionally fancied. Taking a day or two to just relax in nature, swimming inside a river and surviving with nothing but a knife and a pair of good hands; man, that was a package of complete joy. Ever since he was a boy, he learned to appreciate the world. The 'wild' world, especially. The untamed forests and deserts; the raging seas and the forgotten continents. All of them had a special place in his mind. The day passed relatively quickly and it was now getting dark again. Gil got back to the cave at around 6 PM after he had collected enough natural resources in order to start a fire. Good! Shortly it would be time to start the fire. ' I'll start two fires during this night. One in about two hours or so and the second one when I'll wake up in the night' he thought and decided for himself. He then smirked and thought about what to do next, in the time he had left until he would start the fire; something he was looking forward to, for some odd reason. Oh! Now was the time for some physical exercise. Gil decided to do some handstand pushups, to begin with. He started a warmup set of 30 pushups which he divided into three sets of 10 reps, and after a minute or so of resting after he completed the 30 pushups, he assumed a handstand position. His training for today would be a pyramid; which meant, he would start from a single rep and climb up all the way to 20 reps. After all, he wasn't looking to exhaust himself today, before the big fight. The rule is that he is allowed to advance only one rep at a time. 1,2,3, etc. You start by doing a rep, then two reps, then three reps, and that goes on and on. " Let's go!" he almost yelled to himself.
Man, this was exactly what he needed. It has taken him an hour or so, and now he was finally done with it. After he completed his workout, he started eating again. He finished one canning of tuna. It was a big one; it contained around 50 grams of protein. Just what he needed! After he was done with the tuna, he got to drink some rum. He was now preparing to light the fire and wanted to drink some booze and water after the meal and the workout. The next step was to light the fire! The thing Gil looked forward to. He approached the circle of rocks, laid down the pieces of brushwood and got right to start it. He took a thick, peeled branch, positioned it on top of a thick piece of wood and winded the string he made from the pieces of peeled wood around it. He winded it so that he would grip two ends of the string in his right hand. He then took a shorter, yet wider branch and positioned it right on top of the stick, holding it with his left hand. He started rubbing the string against the stick as he pushed the block he held with his left hand towards the floor. After a few seconds, the lower stick began to catch fire and smoke started to spread in Gil's close vicinity. It was still not enough, though. Not he needed to lay the smoking piece of wood at the large amount of brushwood he had laid in the middle of the circle. He laid it down and started blowing into the mixture of brushwood, leaves and smoking wood. After 30 seconds or so, a small fire started. As the small fire started, he started gradually spilling some rum on it in order to enlarge the volume of the fire (OOC: Rum is the type of alcohol that does burn at room temperature  ). Gil smiled widely as the fire spread quickly. Success! Ha-ha! ' Thank you, pop'' he told himself, thinking about his father who had taught him that technique. After the fire was lit, it was time for Gil to head to sleep. This night passed quietly and quickly. He woke up after around 4 hours and made sure another fire would be lit. He gathered enough supplies to do it for the second time. During this night, no animal came close to the cave; as animals would prefer to stay away from a fire, normally. Gil woke up at around 4:30 PM. It was still dark outside but the skies were getting their blue color back. Gil quickly went through his normal morning routine and got to exit the cave as soon as the sun has begun rising. On his way back towards the village, Gil decided to take the eastern exit; the one that was close to the ocean. He wanted to check if people were looking for him. It took him about 40 minutes of silent walking to eye the general area in which he was fighting the lucky eight. It was clear. They were smart enough to avoid a closed area like this during that time. Gil got back towards the marked path and headed towards the Western entrance; the one he was using when he decided to hide in the woods. It took about 20 minutes to get there. He considered it a valuable piece of information; he might want to lure them into the eastern, 'sea' entrance, and now he knows the time it would take him to cross the two points. He waited until around 6 in the morning and decided to exit the forest towards the small town. It was awfully quiet there. ' Where is Todd?' he thought to himself. He told them to hide in the marines HQ but it's been two days since he instructed them to do so. They probably suffered the inevitable and got caught. It would surprise him if the Marines managed to get away with arresting the group of 4 men. He stopped by Todd's place and to his surprise, the second floor was lighted. It could mean two possible things; either he and his daughter were there, or that Sharky and his men took over the place. Gil decided to check it out by entering the building. But first, he would need to find a way inside. He could break in, but it might be useless if Sharky's men were there. It meant he would alert them, which wouldn't help his guerilla tactics much. He figured out that he could find another way inside, or better, to check who's sleeping on the second floor. You see, on the second floor, there were 8 windows. All of them revealed the interior of the floor. The problem was that there was no way to climb to these windows without a ladder. And then Gil remembered that he had seen a ladder laying on a small vessel that was anchored in the port. He ran quickly and silently as possible in order to check the vessel. It was true! The ladder was still there, and the ship was empty. Indicating it belonged to one of the locals or to Sharky and his men. He took the ladder, which reached about 3 meters in height, 4.80 (meters) if Gil stood on the last plank of it. He quickly opened it and climbed it. It took him a few seconds to climb it slowly and silently, but when he was finished, he took a look inside. Todd was there, writing a something; perhaps an order for his pub, in his room. He smiled. He then moved the ladder to the second room and saw his daughter sleeping there peacefully. He sighed in relief and managed to fold the ladder without making too much noise. He then quickly returned the ladder to the ship and came back to the town, advancing a little bit further than Todd's Alley. He noticed that there was a marked path that led north. It had an old, small, wooden sign that read - Beetlehouse, pointing north. Interesting. The problem was that there were 40 meters between the path and the forest. It was covered by woods from both sides and was marked exactly in the middle between them. Gil figured that this is probably the way towards the building Sharky was hiding in. He smirked at the thought of encountering his men once again and rushed towards a bush after he proceeded to take the road north a little bit. He stopped after walking about 60 meters north and then silently entered the woods from the eastern direction, hiding behind a thick bush that allowed him to gaze a little bit into the path. And there, he waited. The first objective he wanted to accomplish started now. He would wait in an ambush for Sharky's men to keep walking towards the town. He wanted to know exactly how many men he was dealing with. He took a deep breath and assumed a crawling position, the long barrel tucked into his right shoulder, fully loaded. ' Let's go, boys' he thought to himself, referring to Sharky's men who might be walking towards him soon.
Total WC: [17,567] + 1,574 = 19,141 |
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Post by Wolf D. Gil on Jul 18, 2018 16:45:29 GMT -5
During the first few hours of the ambush, everything remained relatively normal. The only people who were taking this path were the citizens of the village and they headed to work, considering the clothes they were wearing and the early hour of the day. The only reason Gil didn't lose his mind during that ambush was that he actually enjoyed doing it. Stalking on people, especially his enemies, as weird and creepy as it is, made him enjoy. He enjoyed the quietness and the tension in the air. The risk of people discovering him in every moment because of one wrong move. He was actually prone to defeat there and needed to stay sharp and focused, despite the lack of activity. Most people couldn't bear this feeling of laying on the ground for hours, doing nothing but to watch others. However very rarely, some actually enjoyed being 'grey men'. And Gil was definitely one of these men.
It was only during nine or so in the morning that he witnessed the first group of guards taking this path. They were walking towards the port. They numbered five men; all of them looking pretty much the same. Tall men, broad-shouldered. They wore black leather jackets, similar to the group of men Gil met at the pub. He managed to observe guns being held by all of them. They had long rifles in addition to pistols, from what he could see during the thin line of sight he had in his cover. They were going around, smoking cigarettes and kicking off small rocks along their way. They quickly passed his sight and proceeded towards the village.
Gil smirked as the group passed.
'Good, five men already' he thought to himself and kept that in mind.
Shortly after the first group of Sharky's men passed, came another group. They numbered 5 men as well. All of them were tall and slim and wore black jackets. Gil could clearly see Katan hanging on their belts. They were quieter than the previous group. They walked without making so much noise and seemed very focused on something to Gil. It was as if they had an objective that required their immediate attention. They walked quickly.
'10 men' Gil noted to himself.
During the next few hours, the path was empty. Nobody was there. Not even normal citizens. Hell, not even dogs! Now, this was a bit boring. Not enough to cause Gil to lose his mind, but still enough to annoy him to a certain extent. Gil made sure to stretch every once in a while. He even stood up and sat back down every hour or so. It made sure that whenever he wanted to move, his muscles wounldn't be too sore for him to actually run/fight.
It was only after 12 hours after the first group of men wandered towards the village that he had heard the voices of people coming back. It was already night, and besides a few night lights, nothing lighted the path. Gil spent the entire day lying in an ambush in the woods. If he wanted to become a soldier, man, that would have been easy for him!
All of Sharky's men who went earlier came back together. 10 in total. They were walking back together. This time, they were walking slowlier than before. They joked together, mostly about how boring the day was. Gil could hear them speaking from about 20 meters away, as now, they have all raised their voice. Perhaps it was to show dominance amongst one another. Or just because they were so many people, and everyone who has spoken wanted to be heard. Whatever it was, they were pretty clear.
"Man, I don't know why the boss is so obsessed with this guy. We're starting to do 24-hour shifts now and scanning the whole god damn village every day. He's not here! He probably fucking escaped, or better, eaten by the freakin' wolves!" one of them said and caused the others to giggle.
"Yeah, that's true" another one said and the others nodded as they kept kicking the rocks as they've walked back towards the factory. Somewhere in the middle of the road, another 10 men arrived. They were walking towards the port. This time, they were all carrying guns. They've greeted the first group and stopped to discuss the events of their shift with them.
"Oy, partner, what's been going on? Did you see this fool?" one of the guys who was coming for the night shift asked one of them who just returned from their morning shift.
"No, man. No sign of him. Ever since his cannings were gone on his rowboat, we haven't found shit" one of them said. The newer guy nodded and patted his friend's back.
"'Kay mate, have a good night" he said and kept walking towards the village.
Weird.
Gil hasn't heard people in the early morning. Then again, reflecting back on the man's words, he said that the whole 24-hour shifts thingy was something new. Interesting. What caused him to start 24-hour shifts? Did he expect Gil to come back?
These questions popped inside Gil's mind as he planned his further steps.
The next objective he set up for himself was to deal with the group of 10 men in the village. He would fuck them up and when he's done with them, he's headed towards the factory, through the woods. He needs to know exactly how many people are guarding it. Granted, some of the men were posted outside. This guy Sharky had to make sure his factory is guarded 24/7. Some citizens could still his weapons, some animals could accidentally wander inside the factory. Whatever the reason behind them may be, unwanted visits usually meant trouble. Every criminal who owned an illegal business knew that. Or so, Gil once heard.
He waited for the groups to get away from him before he decided to follow them. He started sneaking up on them through the bushes. He was now walking alongside the edge of the marked path, his figure almost sticking out of the bushes. He made sure he kept his steps quiet and kept a 60-meter distance between him and the men. They were walking with a flashlight in the poorly-lighted road. A reasonable thing to do. That also meant they were a walking target for Gil.
Man, moving after sitting for 14 hours and doing nothing was painful! His muscles were numb and his body was sore. Nothing that would stop him, though. As he made sure to move a little bit during the dead hours He wanted to make sure he wasn't completely disabled when he finally decided to move, after all. And that line of thought came in handy when he decided to follow them.
'How would I take them on?' he thought to himself.
Total WC: [19,141] + 1,137 = 20,278
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Post by Wolf D. Gil on Jul 18, 2018 17:46:34 GMT -5
These people didn't prove themselves as especially successful, at least not to Gil. They kept walking together towards the same area. They all walked together, for some reason. Why would they do that? That would completely eliminate their chance to rush back towards the factory and call for backup. Not that they had a chance to do it anyway. Even if all of them fired at Gil at the same time, they are bound to fail. A few bullets won't kill him and he's fast enough to catch up to faster people than them.
Gil didn't jump them during the first few hours. He simply watched them from afar. He learned their courses. He saw that all of them went together and checked every house - which had taken an hour or so, considering the size of the village. Given it was so small, that is. Then they kept going towards the port. They checked every boat. Which had taken them another hour or so, as they've stopped to sit down and talk between themselves during the search for Gil. This whole ordeal has stricken Gil as rather amusing. These guys walked together and definitely didn't treat their mission seriously. Most of the time, they've just talked between themselves and mocked each other. There were no citizens to harass, so they were bored. It seemed to Gil that they didn't really think he was anywhere near them. Which was understandable. He has given them every reason to believe he was nowhere near the village. Him taking cannings from his boat indicated that he planned an escape. An escape towards the woods. And no one was dumb enough, not even Sharky himself, to go search for him in the woods.
Gil has waited for them to finally spread. They've split into two groups of 5; one remained in the village itself and one remained relatively far from the village, in the western woods entrance. Gil was waiting for them slightly above the village; hiding in a push next to the marked path that was leaning towards the factory.
Gil has been waiting for the group that was in the village itself to go towards the marked path. They were just hanging around the village, doing nothing in particular. Unlike the group of 8 men, they were simple thugs. They weren't as disciplined as them; who were functioning like soldiers. Two of them were approaching the path as they were talking.
"Oh, dude. I'm bored here. I wanna get back to Dawn Island. I had a girl there" one of them said to his friend as they were walking towards the path, drifting in their conversation.
"Oh, yeah? I didn't know. What's her name?" the man said, as they were now 30 meters away from Gil.
Gil smirked as the two drew near him. Poor fools. They didn't know what's waiting for them.
"Martha. She had a lovely rack, my man" he said and laughed out loud, not really caring about her full name or even about her. All he missed was a woman's embrace. He didn't really care about her.
Before his friend could reply, Gil has done his best impersonating a wolf.
HOWL! he called, trying his best to sound like a wolf before he moved quickly inside the bushes and crawled on the ground.
The two men looked at each other and readied their guns.
"What was that?" the first one asked his partner.
"I don't know. Sounded like a wolf" he said as they both carefully advanced towards the sound. They aimed the gun around 40 degrees north of where Gil actually was. Well, it was to be expected, as they really didn't know where the sound was coming from exactly. They have done a smart move by flanking the bushes from both sides, though. However, it was not enough to outsmart Gil. He simply kept hiding in the same position and allowed them to come near him. They were both coming from two opposite directions. The one who was coming from his left was closer to him; he was about 2 meters from him now, while the other one was around 5 meters away from them. Gil rolled to his left side with his gun, causing the two men to suddenly raise their rifles. He rolled behind the man who was to his left and chocked him with his left hand as he was holding his right one around the weapon, aiming it at the man in front of him. The man didn't know what to do; his friend was standing there, being held as a human shield by this guy they are looking for. He thought he'd try his luck and aimed his weapon at Gil's head and attempted to fire. However, Gil pushed his friend whenever he's seen him firing and the man accidentally hit his friend's skull, shattering it upon impact. The men fell dead as Gil rolled to his left and fired a few shots at the man who killed his friend just now. All of the shots landed on target; piercing his chest, stomach, and abdomen. Gil's enemy, however, didn't manage to fire at him on time as he was too busy firing at his friend. The man dropped to the floor, his gun with him, as Gil rushed towards him and rammed the helve of the weapon against his jaw until it broke. He then proceeded to break both of his arms, same way he's done to the other guys he had fought.
He eyed the dead man lying there, lifeless. Gil planted a sour expression on his face and knelt right next to him. He closed his eyes and bowed in front of his body. He didn't like seeing other people dead. He knew that sometimes, this was the only option, but still, seeing it was hard. Especially when it was caused because of him. In an instant, his mood changed. He just got a guy killed... Even though he was trying to kill him as well, that didn't mean he could just go off killing other people. No, there had to be another way.
His stream of thoughts was cut short, however, as a bullet whistled over his head. "MARKED PATH!!! THE MAN IS HERE!!! QUICK!!" a man shouted as he was running towards the western wood entrance. The one who was shouting was going to call the others who were patrolling around the woods, while two other men rushed towards him as they fired at his direction. Luckily for him, they were bad shooters and he had 60 meters of range between them. He ducked right into the ground, effectively diving right into a crawling position. He started crawling as fast as he could towards the woods further down the marked path that led to the factory.
Fuck.
His plan to remain stealthy just went to shit. At least the guys at the factory weren't here yet.
Total WC: [20,278] + 1,152 = 21,430
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