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Member No.: 1
Joined: 16-June 11
Kenpachi stepped back toward the main street, blade hefted over his shoulder... his mind was ablaze with questions - who was that woman back there? Why had she suddenly just decided to... stop fighting and, more importantly, to help him? From the way she'd spoken, she was in a position of authority over whoever was causing all of these bloody problems with what should have been a standard mission anyway... he glanced back towards the port, now a fair distance away, and men carrying the wounded back, of the few who'd followed them into the chaos... most notably a man who seemed to have practically been blown apart... how he was still alive, let alone still awake was a mystery in and of itself... (It should be noted the island was quite small... a spit of land, really - but the port was still at least a mile or two away)
He shook his head... his plans had already been arranged before they'd left the ship - it was time to meet up with the men...
Toshiro, on the other hand would come upon a rather different sight... the Kali girl in a sorry state near what had obviously been a harrowing encounter... he sniffed, adjusting his sunglasses as he made his way over... He may not have had anything personal with the young woman, but it was nontheless his duty to come to the aid of his fellow officers... Stepping towards the pair, it was about the time that he'd taken a moment upon how to help her up while sparing her modesty that some of the other men (apparently fools, risking the captain's obvious wrath due to ignoring orders about entering the gassed zone...) arrived on the scene...
"Heh! Looks like you got here just in time, Vice-Lieutenant! She have some trouble, then...?" One of them barked, a mix of amusement and concern as he turned towards the rabble... obviously, she couldn't speak for her own efforts, so he supposed he would have to speak for her... "Well, it appears as if-" "Aaaaaah, come on! Don't get all wordy with us, huh? She didn't really look the type for combat, anyway!" Another scoffed, earning a sharp bang to the ribs from the third... position or not, the bugger looked tough... not to mention, that was still one of the officers... His words turned to a sigh as he noticed the men barely even paying attention to what he was saying... "Just... help her up; and try to be gentle..." He spoke evenly, finally getting a proper acknowledgement to his words... He'd have to clear this up later or something - granted, he doubted she'd be terribly pleased with him recieving her earned acknowledgement in the short term...
Kenpachi rolled his shoulders once he'd come upon the main force... seems the boys are starting to gather up in the main street again, barely acknowledging a squad medic binding his minor wounds... he gagged a moment, drawing attention to himself as a by-product as he coughed raggedly into his hand... pulling away and giving a mild glare at the blackenned blood that stared back at him...
... Damnit... seems the gas had gotten to him worse than he'd thought... the same was likely true for the others as well... finally acknowledging the men infront of him giving worried looks, he snarled, shaking the spatterings from his palm; "I'm fine, you idiots...! We've got more important things to worry about than a bit of blood... Gather the rest of the officers and then get into place! The enemy're still holed up in there, and I don't doubt they'll strike out when they think they've got a chance!" He barked out, many of them scrambling into action...
Growling low as they hurried, he couldn't help looking at his bloodied palm with particular disdain... he didn't admit it, but he felt physically weaker then this morning, more than likely due to the poison that had been unleashed...
[All officers will indeed feel the effects of getting caught within the poisonous gas - your movements are weaker, more sluggish, and even breathing is more taxing than before!]
Member No.: 2
Joined: 16-June 11
Kali’s eyes had been shut in her effort to intake breath, calmly repeating the routine…oxygen, oxygen, it was fresh and clean and sweet even with the remnants of gas and smoke infecting its scent. She had seen that the others were finishing up, knew she needed to get up and either take the unconscious lunatic to her captain or at least find words in her for a report. But right now, she couldn’t find reason to care beyond her lungs, which were struggling to keep up even then. Whatever had been in that gas had been particularly harrowing to her…permeable composition. All she needed though was one or two moments to gather herself, and she would be up again, good as…
“…” Her eyes opened slightly at footsteps, seeing her supposed “comrade in arms” staring down at her with his impassive expression. She coughed, her throat burning from the intake, as she tried to speak, but things went too quickly; she was interrupted in her attempt by lesser men…
What she heard brought a static rage from her toes to the tips of her hair.
She had taken out that man easily, when filtering the gas out of the equation. He would have been nothing if she hadn’t been so susceptible to the poison, and even through that she had taken him out in minutes, enough time to shut off the gas concurrent to the rest. Yet now, because she needed one moment to catch her breath, she was weak…not the type for combat…needed to be handled “gently”… Oh, they would see…Her eyes shut the rest of the way, feigning for a moment while those men snorted and chortled, while that Lieutenant went off to claim her victory to the captain; even staying still while they put their greasy hands all over her uniform to “help her up”.
“Don’t see why she was assigned to this division anyway. And an officer? Please—“
Seconds later and two of the three were down. Kali’s right arm had flattened the first, pressing into the ground and ricocheting her feet into the second’s ribcage. He jolted back into the hard steel of the gas pipe, the satisfying crack music to her ears. A flip brought her back up to her feet, brushing herself off with a sniff. She looked to the third with a calmness that shuddered his form.
“…Don’t. Touch. Me.”
Though she didn’t show it, the sight of him running gave her a moment of pleasure. Always enjoyable to show someone how wrong they could be, when the time called for it. Sniffing again, she collected her book and stepped on the first soldier’s face on her way to the gathering officers, still out cold from the slam to his temple. It would be equally satisfying to walk up to the group, to that “Toshiro”, and show just how unnecessary it was to help her. Let’s see him pass a story of her being hurt, with him to save the day, as she walked around strong as before.
All she had to do was hide that dumb cough and force her steps out … Damn it, it wasn’t so hard to walk that morning, even with the early wake-up call…
Member No.: 17
Joined: 22-July 11
The two swordsmen where walking down the street, which where pretty much empty now. Empty of actual living souls, anyway. Here and there marine recruits from the 45th where running around, trying to find their lost allies or making sure there where no pirates left. Numerous bodies where laying around, lifeless, the men either having been cut or shot open, or those with lesser stamina fallen prey to the poisonous gas. Thankfully, it seemed Getsuei's fellow officers had also managed to shut down the pipes, but the damage the gas had done was still apparent.
Unlike what one would expect, Hoida, who had lost their battle, was now supporting Getsuei while they where walking back, Getsuei looking to find his captain and ask what the plan was. It seemed the adrenaline during their battle had held most of the pain back, but the gas had done some apparent iternal damage, resulting in Getsuei's cough being accompanied by some blood. Hoida had clearly taken less damage because of his gasmask, but the samurai too was moving a bit less smooth than he had before, yet still better than Getsuei.
As the two neared the mainstreet, Getsuei decided to ask his former enemy what was on his mind. "What is it you're so afraid of?" The man glancing to the side, looking at the space where he suspected Hoida's eyes where located behind his helmet. For a moment Hoida stopped walking and stared back at Getsuei. "You have no idea who you guys are dealing with, have you? The Tiger Lily Society... it's bigger than just us." And with those words, the samurai shook his head and stopped walking, continueing their path towards the mainstreet, where Getsuei could already see the giant appearance of Kenpachi.
As the two entered the mainstreet, Getsuei saw the other marintes throwing them some weird look. "That samurai-guy... he isn't with us?", their looks seemed to say. Getsuei wanted to explain to them what had happened, but explaining it to everyone in the 45th division would be a major pain in the ass. Or, more literaly, in the throat. "Captain, this is Hoida, he is one of the pirates." Was the first thing Getsuei said as soon as he reached the appropriate distance to make contact with his captain, who, Getsuei had to admit, didn't look so good himself. "What's the plan?"
Member No.: 53
Joined: 8-September 11
The last of the officers to rejoin the main group was Masamune, followed by the marines who had been fighting close to him, the healthier men supporting those that had been weakened by the fog.
After his battle with the masked woman he had helped out anyone near him, defeating their enemies with them, this started a chain reaction as the more marines were freed up, the more pirates were suddenly fighting against two opponents.
It was clear to all that Masamune was one of the people that was best off, managing to stand upright and without a very noticable cough, his acid mask had protected him well but the gas had still managed to enter through his skin, so while he wasn't as badly off as others he was certainly not at full potential.
"The pirates in my quarter have been dealt with, what's the plan, captain?" Masamune asked, not informing anyone on what had happened though the men behind him were already telling others how they noticed Masamune turning the woman he fought into an acid balloon.
Member No.: 28
Joined: 29-July 11
Masa's internal observation that he was the last of the marine officers to regroup with Kenpachi was only technically true. On the streets of that tiny island, the Dog still prowled. When Kenpachi had asked for volunteers to lead sections of his forces, of course everyone spoke up, wanting the glory, wanting to prove themselves worthy of the patches they all wore.
All except the confused, mangled Dog in black.
He had stood, silent as ever, and did not speak a word, neither moving towards any of the groups, or showing any interest in the activities. Being awakened as he had been wasn't a smart move, as would have been apparent if the boy had bothered to read protocol. It was meant to be done by Kenpachi himself, with assistance from other officers if he so chose. A few words were supposed to be spoken, completing a sort of indoctrination to marine coda. But instead, he was out and about, with some semblance of free will, despite the collar piercing his neck. As soon as the ship had pulled close to the island, quicker than anything his size had any right to be, he was over the deck, miniature craters appearing as he hit solid ground with all of his weight. In the chaos, perhaps nobody noticed him running, or perhaps they hadn't cared.
The most distinct feature of the island, to him, was the smell. A proper dog, afterall, had a better sense of smell than anything else. The smell was noxious, and it almost made him vomit, as he dipped into an alleyway.
For the first time since waking up, he was alone, and his brain was working hard to process everything that was happening. They were attacking pirates, they were marines...he was a marine. That wasn't right. He remembered...
...or perhaps that had been a dream. Confusion ran free in his mind as chaos raged around him. Voices came in and out of focus. And that smell, that damned smell, it refused to go away. Behind him, a scream was heard, and his long cloak fluttered as he turned to face the voice. There was a young couple, who had apparently thought to hide from the action in the alleyway, but had instead ran right into the 45th's hound. A hand reached out, his own, he observed, shaking feebly. His throat hurt when he tried to speak, the words turning to ash as his tongue fumbled with forming words. Had something taken away his ability to speak, or was this some side effect? Did he ever possess the ability to speak. What came out of his throat was a long, raspy groan. "Get back!" the man said, pulling his wife, or girlfriend, or whatever she was, close to him protectively. "Don't hurt her! We've been through enough already with these pirates."
"I don't...want...to hurt you..." he thought. He wasn't a very good dog. Good dogs didn't think, they obeyed. Another voice came. Again, the voice originated from behind the dog. "And who are you? We'd certainly remember if you were on our side." he could only blink, and turn. The young man in front of him wasn't anything special. In his right hand was a small dirk, barely large enough to be classified as that. "You'd better let me by, dog. I bet a big guy like you wouldn't be able to catch me in time if I slipped this little blade into that plastic you're wearing." a growl was the giant's response. The rogue rushed him, and the Dog met him with a slow run. His blade hit the Dog's 'skin' with a pang, and a flash as the metal clashed.
If he had later tried to remember this encounter, he wouldn't have been able to recall what possessed him to pick the youth up by the scruff of his neck. He remembered how little he seemed to weigh, like he was just holding up a chicken. It had been nothing to toss him over the heads of the couple. The blond boy didn't so much as rise up again. The woman was crying, and the man looked stunned.
The Dog ran.
But, that had all been right as he first found himself on the island. Now, a bit later, his lungs were groaning, even as the smell left the air. He had wandered around, avoiding battles where he could, pulling his punches to avoid another unneeded death. The alleyways soon poured out into a street. And there, he saw the people from the ship. The other...officers? Who in their right mind had named him an officer? That was something that still made him wonder. He stumbled forward, as he heard the grizzled man bark orders and insults to his men. If the Dog had been less...laggy, dots would have started connecting when he saw the vertical slant of the man's eyes. It would seem neither of them were entirely human, although he didn't rightly know what he was, although people had called him a dog. Perhaps he could have slipped back into an alleyway, if he had been careful, but something compelled him to go forward. Even if this person wore the garb of a marine, he had shown the least fear at the sight of him. Maybe he could get some sort of answer.
Member No.: 1
Joined: 16-June 11
Kenpachi had been giving another distasteful look at his bloodied hand when he'd finally been approached... under normal circumstances, he'd have been inclined to directly respond to Masamune's question for orders - but it was somewhat overshadowed by the fact that Getsuei had apparently brought a prisoner of all things... he'd barely even noticed the fact that Toshiro and Kali had shown up nearby as he sized up the arrival... considering Getsuei's injuries along with his opponents, it was the only real conclusion he could draw from the situation, asides perhaps an impromptu ally; but considering the obvious skill placed in the sword wounds upon the 'samurai's body, the possibility seemed unlikely...
He was of course interrupted in what was likely to be a line of queries by the arrival of someone he'd pondered over to ever see again, considering how suddenly the giant had disappeared... ('giant' is used for the fact he was the only one that was taller than him in the area by a visible margin) Turning to the sound of audible, deep-thumping footsteps upon the poorly-cobbled road, raising a brow at the 'Dog' that came towards him...
"Huh... So ye've shown up again, eh...? The fuck've you been?" Not really known to him was the extra company behind him... how they'd managed to sneak by the marines in the area was a mystery, but... he was slowly approaching the captain - and the sinister, greenish sheen on the knife was certainly disconcerting...
Member No.: 28
Joined: 29-July 11
His assessment, once again, was proven correct. The man that was near his own height showed no fear at the sight of him. Rather, he just tossed a casual question his way. And for that, he tried to speak, again. The sound that came out of his mouth was like metal scratching against metal, nothing nearly vocal enough to qualify as a...voice. He wouldn't have been much of a Dog if he could speak back. It was apparent this man was their leader.
In his line of sight, he saw the person sneaking up behind this marine captain. He could have not said anything, played it cool, and watched him die, but instead, his grating turned to a growl, and he lunged forward, speeding past the young captain. The sight that came next was equal parts horrifying and awe-inspiring. The slab of iron that was slung across his back, as long and almost as wide as he was, ripped free of the force holding it in place, raising high above the Dog's head. Again, with far more speed than he had any right to have, the slab came down, and cut the man clean in two. It went so far as to form a crater where it struck the cobbled street. After the cut, he looked to be kneeling, the hilt of the slab held in both hands. It was hard to tell if he was struggling with the blade, or praying. The knife the man had was still held firmly in his right hand, the two halves of his body both bleeding profusely.
The other man looked absolutely mortified, shivering from head to toe. The Dog picked up the knife, and tossed it at the other man. Somehow, he caught the dripping dagger, and looked at the Dog with confusion. A clawed hand pointed towards the marine captain as he growled, with his other hand firmly gripping the slab.
The message was clear, 'You're free to try.'
All of the common foot soldiers looked to their Captain, unsure of what to do with the man, who had turned tail and ran, dagger in hand. The dog looked as well, his Cyan eyes visible through the eye holes of the helmet that was forced onto his head. Suddenly, a cough overtook his body, and he hunched over slightly, his lungs feeling as if they were on fire. That damn gas. He hadn't even taken many heavy breaths, but it was still affecting him. And, even if the division had gas masks to put on now, they wouldn't be able to get one onto him, underneath that helmet. The boy from before, Leeroy, stepped forward. The Dog found himself sensing apprehension in the boy, how could he know that? "Uhm, Captain...I don't think he can speak...but I think I can...figure out what he means. I don't even think he knows what year it is, sir...he's confused." Still holding his slab, the Dog walked towards Leeroy, and the youth soon found himself between two giants. His eyes were filled with confusion, but he looked from Leeroy to the captain, and nodded, as if to confirm what he was saying were true.
Member No.: 1
Joined: 16-June 11
Kenpachi had swerved as soon as the armored titan had rushed past him - all the faster by the crash of iron against pavement, looking with a surprising amount of bemusement as a man was bisected before his eyes... impressive amount of strength in him, it seemed... He idly rubbed his chin at the display between the survivor of the pair and the juggernaut before him, with the former running off - apparently the gas addling his mind hadn't completely burnt out his survival instinct after all, waving off marines who'd motioned the question of whether to chase... the poor sap'd probably be dead soon anyways...
He only sparsely listenned to Leeroy's hypothesis... but he did give a respectful nod to the 'Dog' before him, however brief... he'd probably just saved his life, there... granted, the others would have probably done the same before it became a great issue, but nonetheless... that he'd responded to the threat so rapidly was worthy of note.
He shook his head from those thoughts - time wasted was more time the enemy could prepare their defences, and he was rapidly becoming bored with the situation... The convenient timing of a set of cannons being rolled in was simply the icing on a proverbial cake to excuse him from any further discussion... "Any questions, I'll talk about later; time's wasting..." He gruffed out, turning from the assembled group to the outcropping of cobbled stone and fortified wood... formidable to a small force of infantry, perhaps - but a set of cannons really lessenned the intimidation of the place... Time was indeed wasting; time spent talking and galivanting about meant less time for treatment against this malady, and more for the enemy to fortify themselves... or worse, set another batch of that blasted miasma loose from whoever the fuck knows where...
Drawing his own blade, he glanced to the gunnery sergeant nearby, nodding to have the guns placed into position... "Ladies n' Gents; much as I'm sure a few of you would like some questions answered, I'm afraid I'm'll have t'direct a question of my own... would ye rather we sit around here n' talk some'more, or would ye like t'stick yer foot up the arse o' th'shit-stain who's set us coughin' blood fer the next week?" He casually queried, lifting the blade to level towards the closed gates... cannons were loaded, and were readying to fire...
Personally, Kenpachi was in favor of bisecting the fucker's head But that was just him.
"Get ready fer Go Time... This fucker's gotten me real' tired of 'im, and I ain't even met 'im yet..."
Member No.: 2
Joined: 16-June 11
Kali...well, to put it frankly, she was just about finished with all of this mess.
She was a navigator. They had told her back at headquarters that she wouldn't be forced to fight unless absolutely necessary. Of course, these were marines who hadn't known she was going to be assigned to Kenpachi's crew, but she was hardly in a forgiving mood. She had taken the job up so that she could have an easy way around the sea, not to get herself killed before all of her tasks were complete.
And now, the lunatic of all lunatics, was telling them they were going to *all* go the rest of the way.
While she wanted to kick the man's outer limbs and ligaments...and all of them, at that...back into his insides, there was a detesting glower in her eye as she snapped her book shut, setting it back down into her jacket. She wouldn't vocalize her displeasure with the idea, especially since she had a feeling that any disgruntled mutterings would place her in a very precarious position, especially since there were some bright sides to it--particularly showing up that other officer, with the equally displeasuring, too-familiar-for-comfort even if it was common, name--but on the inside, she could still throw a quickly disposed of fit.
"....Idiots always begging for a damn fight..."
And that was that. Outside still cool as a cucumber, asides the hair standing on end and the occasional cough. Ready to do whatever it would take to get back to her room, her bed, and most importantly, her silence.
Member No.: 17
Joined: 22-July 11
Getsuei was, to say in the least, slightly confused by everything playing out in front of him. The marine was surprised to see that the armored giant he had seen on the ship before had suddenly turned up again, and he couldn't even imagine what Hoida, who was standing next to him, must be thinking at the sight of the armored giant. However, no matter how judgemental Getsuei could have been about the Dog's temporary dissapearance, it sure seemed he had saved the captain's life just now. For a while, it seemed everybody's attention was going out to the armored giant, including that of a boy Getsuei had sworn had been killed just a while ago.
Getsuei kept his role as onlooker, and so did Hoida, who was probably too afraid to speak in presence of all these marines, even though nobody had even attempted to hurt him yet. The marine swordsman listened to his captian talking, untill Kenpachi decided it was time to beat up whatever was left of the pirates they had been fighting. And, even though Getsuei was still suffering from the effects of the gas, and probably would be for a while, he too was quite in the mood to cut up whoever was responsible for all this bullshit.
Member No.: 53
Joined: 8-September 11
It had been a strange sight, the odd... thing, Masamune concluded, walking up towards the group. he had seen it before on the ship but only for a short while, he had thought the thing to be far gone by now but apparently it was somewhat loyal, as it's actions had proven when it cut the man threatening to kill their captain in two and sending the others fleeing.
"These fools will pay for standing against the 45th, i will dissolve each and every one of them." Masamune said angrily, finally being able to get angry as well as follow his orders, today was a good day.
In all the excitement he had completely forgotten about the pirate Getsuei had brought with him, which was probably for the best as Masamune would've gone on a spiel of how the law should be upheld and pirates are criminals and other self-righteous bullshit, thankfully he was focused fully on the enemy right now, assuring that the only thing out of his mouth would be death threats and acid.
Member No.: 1
Joined: 16-June 11
It was with that order that the cannons roared in a cascade of thunder, the barrage of lead utterly demolishing the barricade and stonework that surrounded the pseudo-fort, reducing the walls and gate to shambles... With a hearty laugh, Kenpachi brought his blade to bear, leading the charge into the keep - ready to slaughter all that lay waiting within to counter their assault...
... Only for so few to lay waiting... and they didn't look to be battle-ready...? Seeing the confusion set in, the obviously battle-capable, but for some reason unarmed soldiers slowly raised their hands to the air... the leader slowly stepping forward...
He was garbed much more richly than his compatriots - a fine men's kimono colored in rich yellows, oranges and reds in a floral pattern, closely matching the ranting of 'tiger lillies' that had come from the men they had yet faced... an ornate katana was at his waist, the scabbard held in it's sash, and his hands were adorned with expensive rings, some fingers with more than one... he seemed an odd mix of Samurai lord and western gaudiness... and the utterly calm, calculated look to the point of arrogance rubbed Kenpachi the wrong way...
"It appears I've been abandoned by my compatriots, considering all of you are still alive... The nymph shouldn't have had any trouble dealing with any interlopers..." He began... it was strange, considering how calm he appeared about the fact he'd been effectively betrayed and abandoned...
Kenpachi stood warily, sword still in hand... he still wasn't at his best, not to mention his subordinates largely being in similar states... and the man was likely a formidable fighter, considering how calm he was in the situation he was in...
He offered out an open palm... "... One ill turn deserves another, wouldn't you say...? .... With that in mind... I believe the formal rules of your organization require you to acknowledge a surrender, yes...?" He concluded, palm outstretched...
That honestly threw Kenpachi for a loop... where the bloody hell had this all come from...? Considering the zealousness that had come from others in their uniform, he'd half-imagined some sort of last-stand and having to shell out the survivors to the man... hell, he almost never dealt with surrenders...
Toshiro looked towards his captain, keeping an icy exterior, but nonetheless just as confused as he was... "... Captain... I am... somewhat concerned as to what protocol may cover here..." He began, looking back towards the town - the streets still having the last wisps of that horrid smog that the enemy had earlier unleashed... "... Biological weaponry should be taken into account..." He continued - pirate town or not, the place had still had civilians amongst it's count, and the city's population had effectively been levelled as a result of the fighting, the fire and the gas... hundreds, if not in the low thousands, of people dead... Toshino Habor was effectively wiped off of the map in one day... Would it be morally right to just... capture him, instead of enacting some form of retribution for the sheer loss of life...? .... Of course... Command probably wouldn't care about that... this was a pirate port, after all...
Said Captain's eyes narrowed as he looked down towards the offered hand, not yet shaking it... "... Th'hell is yer angle...?" He questioned of the man before him... he still wasn't quite sure that this wasn't a trap... His response was a dry chuckle "It's rather simple, isn't it...? I can provide you with something that would perhaps take months for your information gatherers to find on their own... information about our little gathering... logistics, our plans... Perhaps aid you in helping where their eyes are pointed next..." He trailed off at that, a cool smile on his lips...
Kenpachi was quiet for a time, simply staring at the hand... He glanced over his shoulder, to the rest of his officers... He already had a response in mind, but perhaps it was better to have the opinions of the people who would be the direct actors of his orders to his men... "... What do you all think o' this...?" The question was simple, but the ramifications were significant... As was the idea that he might possibly act on a majority opinion from his officers...
Member No.: 2
Joined: 16-June 11
“He is as smarmy as a cat begging for cream.”
Kali’s voice came from a place that wasn’t expected. Somehow, in the chaos and confusion of their entry, she had found a chair off to the side, idly flipping through her book as if she had just taken a plush armchair at a local library. Everyone had been so focused on the sheer presence Kenpachi held, nobody had noticed little her watching from the side.
“Give him milk, and he’ll still complain,” she said softly, flipping a page. It was a relief to be off of her feet; her level of grumpiness had gone down to the point where she was actually willing to give advice. “Give him the cream, you’ll have to clean it up when the richness forces him to regurgitate an enormous pile of mess.”
“…Uh…” one of the grunts muttered, trying to be soft, but the sideways glance Kali gave him made him jump and hurry back.
“That means he doesn’t deserve a bit of trust,” she said dryly. “Poisons innocents and then tries to go on the side of people he once meant to kill, for the sake of convenience…? Oh, he’ll work with us I'm sure, but only if you give him the finest in return. A pardon. Perhaps a cushy room for him and his friends on the ship.” She flipped a page, glancing up at the kimono-clad man from behind the cover. “And let me guess…when another comes along to tempt you with a fish, you’ll just throw the cream back in our faces. Hmph.”
Kali was never one to trust strangers, particularly silver-tongued strangers. To believe that her captain would actually be considering working with the man who just tried to kill them was absurd. She tried to catch his eye, tried to assess what he was thinking…He was almost harder to read than she herself.
“…If he has the information, then go ahead, take him up on his offer. But he had best be in shackles and a prison cell.” She went back to her book, done with the mess. “I suppose, if he must be offered something, it can be a pardon of execution…Which he’ll have if he isn’t so helpful as promised, yes…?”
Member No.: 17
Joined: 22-July 11
Getsuei couldn't help but be both surprised and incredibly angered by what the pirate was proposing. He had just killed, or at least severly hurt, an incredible amount of people, including both civilians and marines, and yet he expected the 45th to just smile happily and take him with them, just so he could give them whatever amount of information he had. Pherhaps even worse, Kenpachi actually seemed to be considering the man's offer. However, wouldn't accepting the deal with this man actually be the same as what Getsuei had done with Hoida?
Ofcourse, Hoida hadn't been asking for a pardon. The samurai just wanted to live, and NOT go back to whatever place had had come from. He would be dealt with too, later. But they had to deal with the man in the kimono now.
After listening to Kali, Getsuei was even more sure than before. He hadn't seen much of the female officer, but she sure seemed to make some fine arguments. Getsuei liked her way of thinking. "I am going to have to agree with Officer Kali. Partially, anyway. The part where we don't give him his pardon, exactly. I say we just take him down right this very moment and force his information out of him NOW. This guy doesn't deserve anything more than that."
Member No.: 53
Joined: 8-September 11
Masamune for his part glared at the pirate, he would've molten his face off if marine laws didn't dictate that they had to arrest him instead. "I say we arrest him and torture the information out of him, once we have it we put him in stocks and let civilians torture him." The zealot in Masamune said, sounding much more angry than he normally was, even against pirates. if there was anything he hated more than pirates, it was traitors.
"I'm going to find survivors." Masamune mumbled before walking off at a high speed, looking to find surviving pirates to take his anger out on, acid dripping from his hands.