Cassiopiea's Marksman

''I believed that pirates had no heart in their cage of bones; and I sorta still do. Though from the ones I've came to like, their hearts are just hidden by illusions.'' ❇ Indie OC Blog for One Piece ❇ Tracking allseeingpiratevildarks

[flashyrook]

✯; Just as she thought she had gained some distance, her arm was tugged backwards. A panicked screech sounded, she had been caught. It was almost worse than trying to escape from Marines. She had decided, this was probably the most pathetic escape in history. She gave a somewhat grumpy childlike pout towards the man. 

Returning the coin to him would be the right thing, especially in this sort of situation. She tried to move her arm, but he had quite the grip. She wasn’t escaping now. Unless..  A grin suddenly replaced the grumpy look, she had an idea. “No! Because you haven’t truly caught me yet! Now I-I’ll make my flashy escape!”

With the hand that held the coin, she reached into her shirt, and pulled out a red ball, no bigger than the palm of her hand. It seemed to have something etched onto it, it looked like a Jolly Roger. “Super Flashy Escape Bomb!” She threw it at the ground, and a puff of thick white smoke immediately filled the space between them. 

Azure tugged at her restrained arm to pull free and make her run for it.. but his grip was too tight. She… failed to run away. After the smoke cleared, she was still choking on the fumes. Unfortunately, the man was still there. 

“… Dammit.”

[allseeing-marksman]

The childish pout was ignored with slight irritation, but he gave her his own sort of look--an annoyed frown. Somehow interacting with the young thief this way made him truly feel his age, despite his appearance that was usually taken care of by himself or a fellow crew-member (Specifically Lao), he was pretty old, but not as old as his captain. 

A grin had spread across the girl’s sulky features, which stirred new suspicion inside the man. 

[∨] ❝ Use your eyes, girl. It’s obvious that I’ve caught-- ❞ The marksman trailed off with his remark as the hand that stole his coin reached inside her shirt and pulled out a...red ball?

His grip tensed on their arm as he observed the red ball that was bigger than the young one’s palm. A Jolly Roger had been painted on it’s smooth, round surface--a Jolly Roger that he swore he glimpsed once or twice, but didn’t really remember the name of the pirate crew that flew such an image. 

The marksman couldn’t dwell long on the thought of the Jolly Roger since the girl had yelled out another ridiculous phrase that still included the word “Flashy”, and threw the red ball onto the ground. The thick white smoke that the red ball emitted shocked him and stung his eyes, but fortunately it didn’t affect the grip that he had on her arm; which was a good thing, as she had tried to wrench free from him within the few seconds of distraction that the smoke produced.

He heard the girl choking and coughing from the remnants of smoke as it dispersed, and then he felt a pang of pity. Before he spoke to her, he rubbed the small droplets of water from his eyes with a sleeve once again.

[∨] ❝ Do you really need this coin so much, that you intend to make a fool out of yourself? ❞ 

❝ Enough is enough, unless you manage to persuade me on giving you that coin--once you hand it back to me, that is--I might name you as its new owner. ❞  

[allseeing-marksman]

Once I get enough free time I’m thinkin’ of adding:

+ Relationships Page

+ Tags list

+ Verses Page

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[oda-izumi-deactivated20151220]

This Ain’t a Scene, It’s An Arms Race - FOB

Izumi whistled the tune as she aimlessly strolled along. With the use of a gigai she was visible by the town’s patrons. She had been given a mission, something about hollows in the area…? With a slight shrug, Izumi absently began following someone. She didn’t mean to do it, honestly.

[allseeing-marksman]

Lost in thought and wandering aimlessly around the semi-crowded street, was something that the man had not planned on doing on such a boring, pointless day. 

He wasnt always such a downer, but there were times when the skies in reality was a refreshing blue, though with the eyes he sees through, the skies were as bleak as his mood. These were one of those times.

A man grown and he was thinking of purchasing a music player to distract him from the noises on the street--like that annoying whistling coming from behind him.

The tune was slightly recognisable to him, but he couldn’t exactly name what song they were whistling...

He glanced behind him and shot an irritated look at the source of the whistling. Perhaps if they paid attention to the meaning behind the expression, they would stop hurting his ears.

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[redeyeboneeater-blog]

The bird was ready to push him again, except an outstretched hand from the other telling him to stop caused him to pause his actions. Lammy clicked his beak, feathers settling slightly as he stared at Vil’s outstretched hand…and then his eyes landed on the other which hovered above the pistol. Oops. Wrong move, marksman. The issue with Lammy was that he wasn’t completely there in the mind at least 90% of the time. The lab he escaped from had conditioned him to be more animal-minded than human; reaching for a weapon when dealing with an angered Lammy was the exact opposite of what anyone would want. That’s exactly what those scientists had done to make him the way that he was. Feathers hackled again, Lammy lowered into a hunch with his wings stretched out slightly. A low, long hiss escaped him and his eyes remained locked on the pistol. What Lammy was originally trying to do was just push Vil over. This was a threat display.

[allseeing-marksman]

His outstretched hand wavered as they lowered their body to a hunch and their wings (which seemed to burn--not physically, of course-- his gaze from it’s bright..redness) had slightly become spread out; transforming them into quite a terrifying crimson beast.

The marksman found himself holding his breath when a hiss came from them, and the hand that hovered above one pistol, had actually grasped the butt of the weapon, but still didn’t withdraw it out in the open. As he slowly exhaled, he realised that they weren’t looking directly at him. 

Vil glanced down at the pistol he had grasped, and back at the other’s locked-on gaze.

He assumed that I was actually going to?--Like I would ever do such a thing...to my own crew-member.

All the fear and feeling of hostility seemed to have vanished for a moment, as he removed his grip on the butt and extended that hand too, palm empty and weapon-free.

[violet-renegade-deactivated2015]

No matter how hard she tried to keep her hands on his cheeks, she let go immediately when he started to tickle her.

Laughs would escape her mouth, excitement flushing her cheeks red from the situation she was in. A thirty year old man tickling a twenty year old girl, they’re both grown children.

“HAHA STOP! STOP, VIL PLEASE–”

Speth yelled, her arms moving wildly to try and grab at his, but failing.

Now instead, her arms pushed at his chest, trying to push him away.

[allseeing-marksman]

He allowed himself to pushed from her, for he himself was worn out. It’s been more than ages when he had fooled around like this. Such a shame that he had no more time for it, or more like he never saw an opportunity to.

But then again, horsing around brought back unwanted memories...

Sucking in air, he inhaled deeply before exhaling. 

[∨] ❝ Alright...alright. We need to stop. ❞ Vil spoke softly as he rubbed at his throbbing cheeks.

❝ No more, Speth. ❞ His tone brooked no argument, but since this was Speth, it was certain there would be some. 

[allseeing-marksman]

-sees hat- "WHOS BIRTHDAY IS IT?"

[∨] ❝ Not entirely sure, have you forgotten if it’s yours? ❞

[violet-renegade-deactivated2015]

“It’s not mine, or else I would be with my crew! Wait…is it, yours?”

[allseeing-marksman]

A shrug. 

The party hat was starting to fall of his head so he removed it and placed it upon Speth’s.

[flashyrook]

✯; “Ow ow ow..” the impact against the man’s chin had caused a throbbing headache, but when she heard him thanking her, she froze. This guy had the wrong idea about her intentions, she looked up at him rubbing her head. 

“Uhh..” Well, this was most certainly awkward. Glancing now, to the coin held securely in her hand, determining it’s worth, she couldn’t let it go. “T-This is a flashy robbery, y’ya fool!” And with that, she turned and began to run away as fast as she could, pushing through people as she made her way. 

Granted, she wasn’t the fastest child alive, especially being so short and fragile, so with every person she pushed past, there was a rebound each time. It was a surprise that she didn’t fall over. “Gah! M-Move, people!” 

[allseeing-marksman]

The man briskly walked closer to her, with an extended hand and open palm for the young girl to place the coin on. After a few moments when she hadn’t returned the valuable to him, but was instead inspecting it, a little worm of suspicion started to crawl around his stomach. 

The child wouldn’t--

Oh but she did, the “Flashy robbery,” part sort of amused him, and the light insult of calling him a ‘fool’ was completely brushed aside. His amusement switched to a feeling of panic as he realised that the girl thief was running away with his coin. As if he had humiliated himself enough with dropping that coin in public, he was being robbed. By a child.

And so he went in pursuit of the thief, which wasn’t so difficult to catch even when she had a head-start. The marksman was a man grown so he didn’t have that much trouble shoving others out of his way, although it was quite on the contrary with the other. 

He watched her get pushed around by the crowd that she tried to shove through, until he felt slight pity at her attempts to escape--so he ended it by grabbing her arm.

[∨] ❝ Until you have worked out a better escape route, young thief, ❞ The man began, ❝ Try robbing something that’ll be easier for you--preferably a thing that won’t have any legs to run or walk with. Now hand me back that coin.❞

[stringjoker]

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[billyandhismultiples-archive]

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[violet-renegade-deactivated2015]

Capt'n Rora or Vil for that drowning meme B^)

Ah the question was hard, well not really that hard; but it did make her think, and that’s rare. With all seriousness, she spoke.

“Rora.”

allseeing-captain allseeing-marksman

[violet-renegade-deactivated2015]

The raven-haired glares at him, mentally throwing daggers at him.

“Fine then, I won’t talk to ya’ ever again.” And there commences the silence treatment.

[allseeing-marksman]

Arms were lifted just to plant his hands on his head, his facial features showing fake shock and sadness.

[∨] ❝ Oh dear, I’ll probably go mad from such loneliness. ❞ 

Bitter, really, was a much more fitting word.

[flashyrook]

allseeing-marksman dropped a coin

[flashyrook]

✯; And this child was quick to pick it up. Lots of people seemed to drop things on this road, which made her scavenging a breeze. But perhaps she should have waited for him for keep walking before making a move, because she accidentally headbutted him when trying to make a run for it. “O-Oops..”

[allseeing-marksman]

His expectations of expertly catching the silver coin between his forefinger and thumb were quickly dashed as it had fell a few millimetres away from his skin, and onto the dusty ground. If the marksman felt embarrassed in any way, he hid it well beneath pursed lips and lowered eyes. People drop their coins all the time..and in public, right? 

Before he could bend down to pick it up, or use his toe to slide underneath the coin and kick it up to himself, a young girl had moved quickly to do it for him. Pursed lips opened to slip a polite “Thank you,” to them, until the sudden impact of their head hitting the bottom of his chin sent him reeling backwards.

The man tasted blood as it filled his senses--Bit my damn tongue...--and his eyes watered. Ignoring the stinging in his mouth, he spat a blob of bloody spit to his left and wiped his tears with his sleeve as he tried to regain his composure.

[∨] ❝ Suppose...I still got to thank you for picking up that coin for me. ❞ He said not unkindly, refusing to mention his bloodied tongue.

 The other was a bit too young for him to get furious over--unless they were Speth...

[violet-renegade-deactivated2015]

Instead of just squishing, she pulled his cheeks now, only to bring pain like he had done to her.

Cheeks flushed red from excitement and his pinching, and a grin matched his smirk.

“Thwis es War noweh!” Barely understandable, her speech being impaired by his hands interrupting her, words would come out from her mouth, directed solely towards him

[allseeing-marksman]

The marksman nearly had spat at her face when the squishing transitioned into a pulling of flushed bisque flesh. 

His own pinches slowed down before actually stopping, but the short rest ended quickly as his fingers attacked her ribs, tickling.

[∨] ❝ Enufh!! ❞ Loud yet breathless, the word rolled out from his tongue.

No more, I might end up with bruises in place of cheeks...

But the marksman brushed aside the thought of yielding.

[allseeing-marksman]

-sees hat- "WHOS BIRTHDAY IS IT?"

[∨] ❝ Not entirely sure, have you forgotten if it’s yours? ❞

[allseeing-marksman]

-captain throws a birthday hat on marksman, shaking maracas-

He watched in silent disbelief as the person he admired as a captain merrily skipped around him….shaking maracas.

The birthday hat tilted awkwardly to the side of his head as he burrowed his face into his palm.

[allseeingcaptain]

-shake shake-

[redeyeboneeater-blog]

Vil’s quiet words and apology go, for the most part, unheard by the zoan-type as Lammy turns completely to face him and pushes himself up off of the floor. And then he takes on his animal form. Usually, a bird wouldn’t seem too threatening. But usually, birds weren’t six feet tall creatures who looked like animals from hell themselves. This particular bird looked slightly reminiscent of a dragon, even, in some odd way. His feathers hackled and he hissed at Vil, stepping closer, all the while locking his red eyes on him.

Lammy hunched and stretched his neck, pushing Vil - hard - trying to knock him over. A very small flag went off in his mind. Captain keeps him safe, Captain likes this man. He knew he couldn’t kill Vil…but it wouldn’t keep Lammy from getting the marksman back for kneeing him in the face. Lammy gave him another shove.

[allseeing-marksman]

He had nearly forgotten that he was biting down on his lip, and luckily didn’t draw blood when the abrupt turn and standing up of the other momentarily shocked him. But then they shifted into a fiery bird, which successfully made him leave teeth marks on the flesh of his bottom lip as he gaped at them.

On the marksman’s part, he was starting to get irritated. The reactions he was giving them didn’t feel...right? Probably because he’s making an undignified display of himself, or so he thinks.

That didn’t really matter right now though, since the towering bird--feathery dragon?-- inched closer towards him, their feathery neck raised and crimson gaze piercing into his own.

Instinctively, Vil hovered his hand on one of his pistols that almost always remained by his hip. But he did not draw, even when the other extended their neck and pushed him. However, he did stagger back against the mainmast, face stern but hand still frozen above the pistol. Another push made him thump against it. 

[∨] ❝ That’s enough! I apologised already, have I not? ❞ Vildarks told them sharply as he splayed his other hand at them, signalling for them to stop.

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