ABSOLUTE JUSTICE

AN OVERPOWERED VICE ADMIRAL OC. DEAL WITH IT.

[mokuziixa]

@coimeadaisiochana said: The headline of Aislin and Zuriel's meeting: Two Old Fogeys Get Into Heated Argument With Disastrous Consequences

      The Boomers sure are rowdy today.

[mokuziixa]

@lobiita said: bats her lashes at him

     “...”  Zuriel was never a man of many words. He found the foul seductress’s charmless attempts to tempt him endlessly revolting --- yet at the same time, he was possessive of her. Despite her many aggravating tendencies, such as disobeying him and her constant law-breaking, he found her liveliness and wild nature endearing. If anyone was to contain the iron maiden, it would be him. He must.

     Zuriel gave a low humming growl of discontent, reaching over and pulling her onto his lap, one hand gripping her waist to do so, such was their size difference. That hand remained on the small of her back to steady her while he leaned back against the tree, under whose blessed shade they rested, the reclusive man sitting cross-legged. He leaned the back of his head against the trunk and closed his eyes, his slack frown softening. 

     “Don’t talk. Just be quiet for once.”

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     Zuriel’s jawline could rule the New World alone.

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maljefe​:

    “Then tell me what have I done that’s wrong? Tell me ONE thing I’ve done that makes me the enemy of justice.” Don’t get her wrong. She had taken countless lives. She had that blood on her hands, but each one had been necessary. If she hadn’t done what she had other’s would have surely fallen victim… just like her. “It hurts my wrists like this. Feels like they’re about to be sliced off, and I’d like to make sure my side isn’t bad. It opened up. I’ll even ask nicely. Pretty please sir can you take them off?” 

     “...”  He already told her what she did wrong and Zuriel was not a man to repeat himself, nor have pity for that sad little face she was pulling right now. If she thought her story of woe is me, I’m a GOOD pirate! was going to work, she was very wrong. There was no such thing as a good pirate. All pirates were criminals.

     “...”  His ear twitched at the pretty please sir, but his eyes narrowed and his frown deepened. “No.” 

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greeds​:

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maljefe​:

    “Then why are those who break the law- marines- not punished? How many times have I seen innocent people beaten down and abused by this justice you claim to uphold! It’s all flawed! Right and wrong are too ambiguous! If I inspire people to go out to sea, good! They’ll be people who want to at least watch out for those who can’t do so themselves.” She struggles against her chains, but quickly stops when a wave of dizziness strikes. “Nnngh… can some of this be taken off? There’s no need for all this fucking seastone shit.” 

     “You are extremely misguided if you think pirates are a force for good,” he answered. Pirates murdered, raped, and robbed their way across the seas. They were not heroes. The world REJOICED in unison when the Whitebeard pirates fell for a reason. 

     “...”   He didn’t answer her when she complained about the seastone all over her. It was necessary. 

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maljefe​:

    “Your way of thinking is flawed, sir.” Defiant gaze meets his own as she glowers. His way of thinking ignited something within her; something which set her nerves ablaze with a desire to bash his face in. It’s your fault this is happening. Eyes shut and she forces herself to take a deep breath, pushing the urge to panic back down where it belonged. “For helping people I get punished? How many marines, bullshit bastards of justice, hurt normal people? Would you punish them? Yet I who hurts those who hurt others am trash… Ha… Laughable.” 

     “You are a criminal,” he said. “You are not being punished for helping others, as unlikely as that is to actually be true. You are being detained for being a pirate. Piracy is illegal. Openly disobeying the law is dangerous. . It inspires others to take to the seas, becoming a neverending circle of criminality.”

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maljefe​:

    As gross as it felt to have that thing moving around her mouth she had to admit she was thrilled he finally had thought to remove it. Coughing some she grimaced as a bit of spit trickled down her lips. If only she had her ARMS- then she could have wiped it off rather than be forced to sit there while he could see just how nasty she looked. “You’re an insufferable man. Do you know that, Vice Admiral?” 

     “Don’t call me that,”  he answered gruffly without a moment’s hesitation, adjusting his arms where they were crossed. She should consider itself lucky it was just spit and not blood; his vines weren’t exactly smooth and sanded down.  “This is the path you chose. The consequences of your actions. You are the reason this is happening to you; I am just the medium through which Justice is exacted.”   It’s not personal.

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maljefe​:

    Well. 

    There went her plan. 

    She was officially out of ideas now. Her previous one hadn’t been one she cared for, but if had gotten her somewhere she’d have been happy. At least it was nice to know he wasn’t some crazed pervert who’d try something. He might have been a crazy idealistic dick, but that was about it. She’d rest more easily that way knowing her body was safe. 

    Like a dejected puppy she huffs, nose crinkling at him as she pressed her face into the wood. At the very least she’d enjoy to have her mouth back. Being tied up was one thing, but gagged as well? She’d prefer that not to be the case. At least then she could talk to herself or sing to keep busy rather than be stuck in her own thoughts. 

    “Mmmessss… ouuuf….” 

     “...”  An insolent brat, that’s what she was. Insubordinate and churlish.

     At least now she was properly restrained. There wasn’t much for Zuriel to do except sit back and watch her, make sure she didn’t pull anything.After a sufficient amount of time, she started mumbling again. Since she hadn’t pulled any fast ones in the time that had passed, Zuriel let the vine run through her mouth until she was finally free to speak.

[dailyfma]

[chorkyy]

[mokuziixa]

     Many years ago... On a lush and deeply verdant island in the New World... quiet and peaceful, where time moved slower and was dedicated to rest, meditation, and contemplation... some pirates made a stop. 

     Which was concerning.  To both the locals and to the elders that they brought their concerns to... who subsequently brought their concerns to Zuriel.

     The door to the small restaurant in town slammed open, and Zuriel crouched down in order to enter the establishment, standing back up as soon as he could fit his frame through the door without breaking it, the vaulted ceilings doing him a very good favor. He calmly shut the door behind himself and finally turned to look out over everyone inside. His leathery and worn face was unfriendly, some may even say he appeared rather hostile with those deep frown lines and dark crimson eyes of his, but when he spoke, his excessively deep voice was gravely and unused to being used... and gentle.

     “Could you gentlemen lower the volume a little...? Our people are trying to sleep.” 

     It wasn’t that they were necessarily even being raucous. It was just that... Well, here on this island, gatherings of more than five people at a time were incredibly uncommon! People stuck to themselves and spoke in hushed tones. A large and loud crowd of men drinking simply didn’t happen around here. The young man behind the counter was just as stunned as anyone else that he had this many people to serve!

@chillin-at-partys-bar​.

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maljefe​:

    What the fuck? So now bleeding was something that could help her heal? He really was off his rocker ( not that she was one to talk ). Tch, well good thing this isn’t that bad or else I might actually end up dying before I even get to the damn prison. Head smacks against the floor as she sighs, eyes falling shut in frustration. What else could she possibly do to get him to break? All she needed was a chance, but… 

Seductress. Wasn’t he constantly calling her that term ( amongst others )? Clearly, for some reason, he’d been effected by the way she carried herself. Not that she went and tried to seduce him. 

    Rolling onto her stomach she wheezes through her gag, body stiff and sore from the way it was bound. Weakly she brings her hips up in the air keeping her face pressed to the ground as she turned a doe like gaze towards the marine. Either he’d leave or he’d try to stop her, and in both cases she might get a chance. It wasn’t a for sure, but he didn’t strike her as the type to act on anything- the dude was far too stiff and proper. He’d probably just find the actions sinful- or some shit like that. 

    Back arches down as she lets her shoulder fall, shapely rear wiggling in the air. Check. Your move now, Zuriel. 

     “...”  Zuriel was wholly unprepared for her to... raise her backside to him, round and full... like some sort of animal signalling that she was prepared to mate. And what was worse, was she making eyes at him? This vile temptress... It was absolutely atrocious behavior --- entirely inappropriate for a young woman to be doing. It disgusted him.

      He grimace, bearing his teeth in a moment of lack of composure. The planks upon which she lay suddenly split in two, thinly coming up to wrap around her and pull her back to the floor so she was laying flat, her rear-end notably facing away from him.

     “Knock it off, jezebel... tch...”

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maljefe​:

    So he was going to play it that way? So be it. Carefully she bites down on her tongue- not enough to seriously wound herself, but enough so that blood would pool in her mouth. When enough had she coughed, red splattering across the floor. She’d used this in the past when another group had taken her and it worked rather well. It wasn’t likely it’d work the same with her darling Vice Admiral, but she wasn’t going to just let him take her to prison. 

    With a soft groan she flips onto her opposite side, her wound bleeding through the fabric of her shirt having left a stain on the floor of her cell. Come on asshole. Fall for it. 

     “...”  Zuriel was surprised that she would go so far as biting her own tongue to try to trick him. Did she not know that if she bit at the wrong spot, she may bleed to death? Unluckily for her, Zuriel approved of her self-mutilation. Bloodshed was a means of removing weakness from the soul. He, too, engaged in self-mutilation routinely (hence the scars on his back)... but never as a means of tricking other people. For him, it was an entirely spiritual experience. 

     “The more you make yourself bleed the more you cleanse your soul, criminal,”  he said, his deep and gravely voice nearly croaking from sudden use. Zuriel wasn’t the sort of man who spoke often. “Weakness and evil is purged from the body through pain, discipline, and punishment.

    You’ll find it easiest to escape custody during transfer, when you are no longer in my sights. If I were you... I would just wait until then.

     But when you do escape lesser men --- no matter where you go, no matter what you do, no matter how much you feel safe, just know that I am always out there, more than capable of putting you back where you belong, as many times as it takes, until it sticks.”

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maljefe​:

    How do I get out? There has to be a way. Quietly she had begun appraising her surroundings- noting each and every item around her that could possible used to her advantage or HIS disadvantage. It’s wood. All around me. That puts him in the lead, but then again… Hmm. Metal still is a part of everything. Damnit. If only I was awakened. I bet I could do some huge badass thing that would completely kick his ass. 

    Needless to say she comes up with the fact she has nothing. At most she would stand a fighting chance if she was able to get her body free from all the seastone, but since she could barely move as was that wasn’t about to happen. Not like anyone on the ship was going to let her go either. “Mph.” Maybe I can play my injury off as something worse than it is? It might lower their guard and show me as less of a threat. Quietly she plans out her next move, waiting a few more minutes before groaning against her gag. After that she collapses, knees shifting to her chest as best they could as she winced in ‘ pain ‘ ( it was believable though, she could thank Katey for her acting skills ). 

     The Iron Maiden greatly overestimated his level of compassion for captured prisoners. The show she was putting on earned only a slight quirk of his brow and a narrowing of his crimson eyes. Maybe his frown deepened even further, but it was too close to tell. His arms remained crossed and his stare continued to rest on her. 

     For argument’s sake, if her sudden injury was real, then she should suffer through it. Through suffering, one’s soul is cleansed. If her sudden injury was but a ploy to get him to underestimate her or to trick him into having a Marine give her medical aid... well, he wasn’t going to fall for that.

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     “...”   Before him was a calming landscape, reminiscent of where he came from. Lush verdant greenery interrupted by cherry blossoms, dark rocks, a small stream... The foliage of the trees overhead was so thick, there was more shade than sun here... It was exactly the kind of place that soothed his soul. It was the kind of place that he would create for himself if he had to.

     Zuriel slowly lowered his massive form to the ground, one hand reaching out to balance while he rested his back against a tree. He sat his cup of tea beside him and removed his heavy boots, setting them beside him and crossing his legs into the lotus position out of habit. 

     He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, holding it in and letting it out slow... before he reached for his tea and opened his eyes, realizing that he was not alone here.  It appeared that he had interrupted another person’s peace. 

     “My apologies. Would you prefer I leave so you may meditate?”

@zahraalgernon​.

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@maljefe​  said:   She's drenched in sweat by time she's gotten him rooted to the ground. Haki coated iron bars looping out from the dirt and around his herculean frame the only thing keeping her from what, she thought was, sure death. Stumbling forward she gasps, hands on her knees, body barely able to stand upright. Chances were he'd break free any minute which was bad news for her. Given her current state there was no way she could run. "Fuck..." She groans. "Can you just... not today..." / end her

     This woman was more of an annoying mosquito upon his leg than an actual threat to him. He had seen people like her come and go. Her Devil Fruit could be truly formidable if she learned what to do with it, instead of the same few things over and over again in futile effort. If she Awakened it... ah, but that would take decades to master. If she ever encountered an opponent who was stronger than iron, and in the New World there were many such people, what was her plan, then? If Zuriel let her escape, she would be dead within a number of years anyway, most likely due to her sassy mouth writing checks her body couldn’t cash.

     He remained still and taciturn when the iron rose up from the ground to wrap around him. While she was collapsed into herself in front of him, sweating and exhausted and seemingly satisfied with having ‘contained’ him, Zuriel appeared to have not even broken a sweat. Her escape from the battleship she had been held on was unexpected and unfortunate --- but he would not allow this criminal to escape retribution. And he didn’t need to be able to move to do it. She should have formed spikes in the iron to impale him immediately. Foolish hesitation.

     “...”   A low rumble began from within the earth... and a moment later, an earth-shattering bang resounded as a dozen tree-like columns of wood erupted from the earth and rapidly encircled around where the Iron Maiden stood... and then another ring of trees appeared... and then another... until the criminal was trapped in darkness beneath five layers of trees folding over into a dome over her. In the dark, vines rose up from the earth and wrapped around her body before retreating back into the dirt, pulling her down and to the ground to hold her there immobile against the dirt.

     Outside the massive wooden dome, Zuriel pulled his arms in and then threw them out with a grunt, shattering the iron from around himself. He stared at the dome in which he held his prisoner, wondering if he should just crush her right then and there. It would certainly rid the world of one more criminal... His fingers twitched... crush her... or impale her... 

     No... he had a better idea. He would just leave her there to think about the choices she has made, what led her on this path of evil. She would be alone, in the dark, unable to move, isolated from the entire world with nothing but her own thoughts to keep her company and having no way of knowing if she would ever see sunlight, food, or water ever again... 

     That was punishment suitable to discipline her soul.