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     Endless amount of times, Nnoitra had finished off his opponent with a single strike. The massive weapon would prove too heavy, too sharp, too fast for anyone to follow. Yet, this man was different. Nnoitra could feel the other’s strength push against him, the air being filled with the cutting metallic sound, which carried so well over the field of snow. As the other’s knee bent slightly, Nnoitra almost thought he’d won, but in the next second, he was pushed back with formidable power, almost thrown off balance. High heeled boots shifted in the snow to keep his thin posture from being thrown down, and Santa Teresa was yanked back for protection. Wielding the weapon was easy to Nnoitra, each movement as quick as if he was holding nothing at all.

     He could see the strike being aimed at his stomach, could almost picture the view of himself being cut open, guts spilling out onto the white ground. Only too bad that wouldn’t happen. It was just basic instinct to dodge the attack, but Nnoitra looked beyond that. He wasn’t just some animal driven by a will to survive. He was a warrior— No, a prisoner on death row, and all he wanted to do was end it all. His body tensed for a second, and his heels dug into the slippery snow, forcing his body to stay still and receive the hit. He wanted to show this guy what he was made of. The impact itself was below his most visible ribs, so no bones would be broken. It cut through his jacket, and attempted to dig into his pale skin. However, there was no blood. There was not even a scratch. Just the same, metallic sound as if Nnoitra’s body was made of iron. Ah, well, in a way, his hierro was iron, wasn’t it?

      When Nnoitra realized he couldn’t be cut by this man - not yet anyway, his grin widened even further. He opened his mouth again, this time for a loud, harsh laugh. Body bent backwards as he rocked back on his heels, keeping himself steady with Santa Teresa working as an anchor. A little more pressure on his stomach, and he lost his balance. But Nnoitra bent like an acrobat, lean muscles working against gravity while he swung himself around in a backflip, landing once again on his feet. Once balance was fully regained, he reached out for the chain attached to his weapon. The metal was cold in his burning hands, knuckles now turning a pale shade of pink, but he didn’t even notice that. He was so hungry for the battle.

     With a yank, Santa Teresa was lifted off the ground, swung around by its chain. It cut through the frozen air and a few crystals of snow danced at its tail. It only took him a couple of rolls of his wrist to get the weapon into a good speed, and then, he swung it at his enemy. The other would have to take the full weight of the weapon, in addition the the speed in which it was thrown. Nnoitra could feel a certain thirst on his tongue now, and knew it was the want to fire a cero. That would have to wait, now - he needed to see how his opponent handle his long-range attack.

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---Damn, he could feel his blood pulsing, every fibre of his being itching to take down this man before him, this madman, one thinking he had any chance of winning a battle against one of the most formidable swordsmen of his time. He’d not had a battle that caused such a feeling, and then his mind wandered, his thoughts cascading back to that day in Impel Down, that day where he felt exactly what true entertainment and battle was, the day he’d fought Magellan. For a brief second he wondered what Magellan was doing now. Surely, with the escape of Shiliew and many other Level Six prisoners Magellan would have ni doubt been fired from his position. 

Then the images blurred, the hulking form of the Warden coming to shrink, his mass decreasing and his state changing to one that fit this other in front of him. Ah, so he also held something Magellan did, something that made Shiliew’s very instincts kick in and harness themselves to their maximum efficiency. 

The feeling of numbness that caused his sword to stop dead in its tracks once the blade met flesh was an almost shock to the man. Eyes widened in surprise before narrowing in amusement. What a fighter. Not only was his attack power extraordinary, his defence was also sublime. He was definitely an opponent worthy of fighting. One that would drive him further.

The laugh was met a leap backwards, boots lifting him off the floor as he gained some distance, sword coming to fall by his side. He’d hoped by now that it would be layered in blood, but alas, not everything was so simple. Musing over what had just happened, the former Jailer couldn’t help but smirk at the laughter targeted at his failed attempt to kill the smaller male. Well, all it meant was that he’d have to push himself to his limits. Or maybe it was simply because he’d not fought someone in so long that he was out of touch. There was no excuse for weakness though, and this was definitely not a time where he’d begin to think about his own shortcomings. 

Watching the other swing his heavy weapon above him, the chain and velocity and speed kicking up snow as he twirled it overhead, Shiliew prepared himself, senses primed as feet manoeuvred slowly to make best use of his body when the attack came. For a moment he contemplated taking the strike head on, something the other had previously done with Shiliew’s very own strike, but he knew not to think too much on the battlefield. Seeing the weapon get shot straight at him he brought his sword to exactly in the right position to parry the unorthodox blade, his free hand reinforcing the necessary weight needed to stop it from cutting him up completely. 

Then another rush to the other, his malignant smile painting his expression as he moved to just in front of the other, both hands gripping his blade’s hilt as he swung down just like the other had moments before. 

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     Jumping back a couple of feet, Nnoitra narrowed his single eye. Fingers twitched for a moment before the hand quickly reached for Santa Teresa, now holding onto it with both his hands. The grip was firm, painting his pale knuckles in white, blue veins pulsing under the almost transparent skin. As always when he was in danger, blood was flooding through his veins with an overwhelming power. He wanted to kill. Some people called it bloodlust, but Nnoitra knew it was something more.

     His opponent was a strange looking guy, and there was something about him that told Nnoitra’s life long battle instincts not to underestimate him. Despite how focused he was, Nnoitra couldn’t help the wide grin that split across his face, showing off sharp, white teeth. His mouth opened wider to let out a laugh, the sound mixing with the metallic sound of the chain attached to his weapon, and the iron bracelets around his wrists. Nnoitra was unpredictable. That was his fighting style. He would appear to be having a good time, and then, he’d suddenly strike. Long legs were moving now, carrying his lanky body to circle his enemy. That tattooed tongue would dart out between his teeth, hungry for the taste of his own blood. It felt like a hunt. He was hunting something dangerous, and he fucking loved the thrill it gave him.

      A taunt was making its way through his head now, and he almost let it slip out, but instead, he decided to act. For a skilled warrior, it was probably easy to see how his muscles tensed for a split second before he charged. Nnoitra’s speed was always surprising, especially considering that he was carrying such a heavy weapon. Santa Teresa glimmered in the sun as he swung it around, high up towards the sky. The mere weight of it should be enough to split his opponent in two, as he brought it down on his enemy.

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---Steady breathing and calm precision held in his eyesight never left the target before him. Neither staggered nor perturbed by the presence of the small man before him. Imposing? Not at all. Shiliew had seen many like him, arrogant and bloodthirsty. A calm and steady hand held his Katana by his side, gloved digits clasped around the hilt tight, eyes calmly observing the man circling around him. The grin was returned with Shiliew’s own monstrous expression of terror and intimidation, his own eye watching calmly, waiting for the opportune moment to attack, to break through whatever defences this slender man would be foolish enough to expose. A hardened lover of battle and blood, Shiliew’s fuming cigar wouldn’t deter in its objective to grant the former Jailer’s insides a pleasure and comfort he wouldn’t receive from anything else, the very toxicity of said fumes being enough to quell the throbbing longing in his lungs for something dangerous. 

Massive boots edged into position slowly atop the snowy field that the two stood in. It was silent, only the crunch of steps in the blank material were heard as the two stepped along on top of it, birds chirping coming into focus every few seconds or so, but even that would dissipate slowly once the animal’s detected the killing intent pulsing out from the two men stood in the barren snow-land. His voice came forth in a rough and husky chuckle, bone chilling and full of amusement that the Jailer as always hoping to have. Luckily, he’d his own mission this day, Blackbeard expecting him to hunt some unfortunate Devil Fruit users whose fruits could be harvested and used for later use. 

A fight here and there wasn’t such a bad idea. 

Navigating his body to face his opponent fully, Shiliew stood steady, his massive frame being unperturbed as the other’s blistering speed made itself known with how fast he moved. It was to be expected, his slim build and skinny features made it obvious that he’d be excelled in speed, but what about power? Shiliew hoped he’d be a lot stronger than his weak appearance showed. And the way he wielded the massive axe-like weapon surely showed the man just how much strength he held in his arms and shoulders. 

Interesting.

Bloodshot eyes trained their way on this man, his pupils watching his every step as his gloved hands slowly lifted his sword to meet with the swing of the other’s weapon. Bending one knee ever so slightly, his gigantic body made all pressure that would have perhaps caused anyone else to fall become null and void. Now piercing hues were simply staring, ravenous hunger evident in them as the metallic clang of their clash caused his entire being to shudder in excitement. A brief altercation and he could tell just how formidable this man would prove to be. 

Dragging his sword along the edge of the other’s weapon, the scarping of metal causing a shearing sound to surface, Shiliew heavily pushed the other back, his legs springing forward as a swing of his sword aimed for the other’s stomach, intent being to cleave him in two in one strike.

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   The handler could feel that the male before him had no intention to let go that sword business, an annoyance that he barely allowed to filter. Greaves’ business with Blackbeard was more important than to waste time in arguing with Shilliew who didn’t hesitate a moment to provoke him with the little information he had. Provocation that didn’t fall in deaf ears, but the handler had both little pride and a lot of patience on his side to let the other had his moment. A man who didn’t understand humour, assuring he wouldn’t give more than the original price, threatening that he had other ways to get a hold of the fruits.

   And people complain Greaves own lack of humour.

   He simply nodded in understanding, no need to discuss it, the price was following the expectation of the market and the handler thought he was generous in not raising the prices. Grey hues shifted towards the sword once more, fingers closing on the wooden edge of his desk, looking back at the pirate. Waiting for the money to be handed, or another few words in trying to make him tick. Senses in alert and watching each little movement from the other, Greaves was curious to know if Shilliew could truly go through his own thoughts. The blood lust and taste for violence had filled the room since the pirate noticed the handler’s belongings, triggering an interest that was making the owner cringe slightly. If the words seemed to confirm that he’d close is sell today, the sulky behaviour of his client hint him that he might try something. If he did, it would be a deadly blow, or at list aiming to kill or wound badly, Greaves knew it and the dangerous aura that started to surround the other gave confirmation.

   No talks. It suited the handler, even if he believed that they could have an interesting exchange, Shilliew wasn’t a man to lecture about such. He preferred action, clearly. Eyes looked up at the large male who stood up, eyes lighting up a little more, but he didn’t move. Shifting his gaze to the blade released from it scabbard, Greaves raised a brow. Was he serious? He would rather take a shot in confronting the handler than to pursue his business. Though the swordsman took a few puff of his cigar, uttering a few words thoughtfully as his look seemed focus on anything but the black haired male.

   In a fast movement the sword was completely unsheathed, a thin lame singing in the air as it it was warning of imminent rain. It swung above the handler’s head before coming back down straight on him.

   Metal clashed together, in a ringing sound.

   Holding a tantō between his fingers, Greaves had stopped the other in his attack without even flinching, his hand barley trembling as they both try to counter the other’s force. Grey hues seemed to have inflamed, in a familiar menacing and intimidating look accompanied by an uncommon aura, he met the bloodthirsty hues of his attacker. Anger boiled in the handler, yet his face remained stone calm, he didn’t want to let the other get the best of him, he already gave him the satisfaction expertly blocking his deadly attack, which was more than enough for the other to feel some satisfaction. 

   This meeting shouldn’t go on any further. 

   "I will accept your payment now or I’ll ask you to leave…“ He said in a tone that remained as polite as he could master with a blade against his own.

---The former Jailer fond the encompassing silence rather fitting for the tense atmosphere that had begun to fall between the two. The air was heavy, humid even under the weight of the presence that the two men held in this very room. Had someone else been in here, say one of his men, Shiliew would have found whatever fearful reaction or response rather humurous. Well, he was never one for the conventional sense of humour that pirates, Marnes and normal men considered funny. He was dark, and his humour accentuated that. It had been pointed out a number of times by his former colleagues, and even a few of the Blackbeard Pirates had mentioned said dry and dark humour too. 

The thought of business had clearly been cast aside by the man, the swing form his katana being enough indication of that, and to be honest, the pirate had expected the reaction and response that he’d been given by the Handler. It caused his already frightening expression to twist and contort into what he would call a smile, sinister and sadistic. It was downright scary for any man to see such a thing, especially after just being attacked. The specific, violent act was committed to properly gauge what kind of man the other was, and to say that Shiliew was enticed by said man’s bheaviour and personality would have been an accurate statement. He’d not met many men like him, the last man to captivate his interest so much being his now Captain; Blackbeard.

Allowing the cold steel to place pressure on the other’s own weapon, Shiliew’s bloodlust could easily be sensed in the room, it had the whole atmosphere feeling even more pressured than before, and the single impact of his sword against the Handler’s shook the room itself. 

This was exactly the reaction that the man wanted. It was fun, extremely so.

After a few moments of staring down at the other, the former Jailer discarded his weapon from the place it was rested on, the bade of the other’s Tanto being what saved his life this time. So he was strong. Shiliew wanted to fight him, it would be fun to see which of the two would come out alive and win the battle after an encounter. 

Taking a chug from his cigar, he stood straight once more, the hunch from the strike causing his coat to fling itself across the surface of the other’s table. Taking a few steps back before sheathing his sword, Shiliew let out a chuckle once more, something he’d done on numerous occasions while in the company of this man. 

A hand reached into his coat’s inner pocket, and the man revealed a large sum of money before throwing it at the other. “Your money should be all there.” He replied with a blowing of smoke from his mouth. 

A few moments of silence followed as he awaited the confirmation to finally take the Devil Fruits, though what the man really wanted was to examine how composed the other would be after such a violent act. “You’re not bad.” He said. “Maybe I’ll fight you all out one day.” 

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   “500,000, 000 beli, each.” He replied, grey hues not leaving the other’s following each of his movement and expression. “Unless you are ready to offer more, all in the spirit of business.” He teased with the attention in provoking the other. That man wasn’t only going to seal the deal. Greaves knew it, he could read it in his manners to make himself comfortable on the chair. Of course he would have to sign a contract, pay what his captain told him to give and the handler will have to give him a receipt, but it wouldn’t end there. A business deal could be done quickly and both could go ahead with their day. Though, the man in front of him wanted more and constantly bringing up Greaves fondness for swords, gave a clear idea of what he had in mind.

   Shilliew’s gaze met the handler’s burning gaze. One that would happen in the case of heated discussion, torture session or a fight, not during a business meeting. Yet, the pirate managed to bring him to a state of alert that cause his look to be fired up. He assured Greaves that he shouldn’t worry about business, but that his expectations were lying somewhere else, which made the handler frown, eyes shifting from the former jailer to his sword and back to the other. Oh, he knew where he wanted to go, even before the man sitting in the chair before of him explained what he meant.

   Furrowed brows, Greaves walked around his desk, leaning against it just next to the chair where Shilliew had sat a moment before, arms crossing an amused smile stretching upon his lips. “You want to cross swords with me?” He asked with a soft chuckle. ”That’s absurd, I’m not going to fight with a crew member of my business associate.” He wouldn’t change his mind on that matter. “If you are so keen to talk about swords with me, we could arrange something outside the walls of this property.” The handler suggest doubting that the other would be interested by that alternative, “but I won’t get in a sword fight with you.”

   Three years ago, he decided to never use a sword again, yet, despite that silent promise, leaving his katana behind, he kept having a keen interest in them, reading often the old legend and starting random conversation with swordsman. The only blade he used nowadays were knives and even if he hold them as a swordsman, he stopped considered himself as such. Even if he didn’t have doubt that he couldn’t give a good fight against the other, he was far from his level three years ago, probably would lose against the jailer. Defeat wasn’t a problem, death though was and he wouldn’t let the other take his life. Not until he had reached his goal.

   “Now that we cleared this matter, shall we seal that deal?”

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“Five hundred million, huh?” The former Jailer repeated, the number floating in his head and then the remembrance of what his captain had told him to pay also coming forth at the thought of the amount, it wasn’t beyond the limit that Shiliew had been ordered to pay, the price being within the actual price range for the pirate. The chair, though small for the hulking male, wasn’t one that made the swordsman feel uncomfortable, or comfortable for that matter, but allowed him to seat himself properly in the chair, his sword being rested next to him as he kept his intense staring eyes fixated on the handler before him. “If you intend to swindle me or my captain then we have more than enough ways for us to claim there Devil Fruits.” The hint in his words made it more than apparent what he meant by that, the fact that he didn’t at all wish to give any more money than was necessary to the underworld handler being most apparent.

Shiliew noticed the little fluctuations in attitude for the handler, his stare switching from his client to his oh so prized possession that was nicely placed across the room, Shiliew was a man that was rather well versed in reading actions and noticing how people thought about things, but this was something that was only too intriguing for the male. A sword enthusiast, or swordsman, being so invested in the fact that his own blade was but a few metres away. Well, Shiliew held a deadly aura around him, he was one of the most feared men in the New World in perhaps the most feared crew in the New World, only being rivalled by the crews of the other Yonko, and so he didn’t really mind that the other male was more than a little vigilant and conscious about his surroundings. His cocky little tone did annoy the handler a little, the feigned confidence causing Shiliew to puff smoke out of his cigar in the direction of the handler. 

The male stood up, slowly taking his time to allow for his looming height to cast a large enough shadow atop Greave’s body, clouding the man in a darkness that would only make his presence seem all the more prominent. A hand reached for his sword that he’d propped next to the chair. “Don’t think I wish to talk about them with you, handler.” He mused out, his thumb causing the sword to eject out slightly as he stared down at the other male. He did know what repercussions his actions would cause should he actually attack someone but he was much too interested in this man’s ‘enthusiasm’ for the weapons that he was much too interested in. “I'm not one for discussions about swords.” He added, taking a few steps away from his seat, and subsequent handler too.

Allowing the other male to find his ease between the two of them, Shiliew took another drag of his cigar, the smoke that had already filled the room sputtering from inside his mouth and adding more of the toxic smoke into the air, a smell he didn’t really expect for the other male to enjoy.This was all a little game to him. One that he wished to at least test out with the other if not win. “Right, business is business.” The male exclaimed, staring onwards behind Greaves as a pondering look overcame his features.This man was much too interesting for the likes of Shiliew to keep his calm with. He took one more step, this time towards the handler, his eject sword being pulled out in an extremely quick draw, Shiliew’s arms raising the sword above his head before he swung down with as much force as his one hand could muster. Sword enthusiast or not, Shiliew wanted to test him out and see what sort of man he was. Either way he’d have finished his business after this.

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“ … and who you might be? “

[thebloodyrainfalls]

“I doubt it matters, you won’t be alive long enough to remember it.”

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“Bullying children is pretty cowardly.”

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Goddamn where have you been at man!? XD

Eh?! Did I go somewhere? I’ve been here as much as I can be lately ^^

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   The former director of Impel Down was giving too much interest in his sword to his taste, keeping his focus on the fruits and his drink, Greaves didn’t even bother to answer back to the male’s comment. Either he believe him or not was hardly his problem, this office wasn’t his home and the handler wasn’t a man who would decorate the rooms with swords and pictures of cats just to make it clear to everyone that nothing else held his interest. Sober in his taste of furniture and decoration, rarely did his katana came the center of attention, then again, he should have suspected something like this to happen.

   Shilliew’s reputation did preceded him within these walls, Greaves actually knew him before he became a handler, the jailer’s skills weren’t a mystery for those who had a little interest in swordsmanship. Ever since he was a kid, the handler read stories about swordsmen and their swords, he loved to read the news and listening to travellers stories about them. Strong and ruthless, that’s how were pictured most of them like, but they were also heroes or famous swordsmen that despite the fear they could bring in the heart, they also deserved respect. The former jailer wasn’t an exception, even if Greaves despised what he could represent and its methods, he was among the most skilful and bloodiest swordsman. You cannot deny them, even if you didn’t like the man.

   Yet, that sword was here for decoration and any other conclusion that would come up in Shilliew’s mind wouldn’t change that Greaves had no intention to unsheathed a sword or cross blades with the man.

   The Blackbeard pirate look over his notes, sometimes his eyes went to the Devil Fruits and back to the paper, keeping an ear to what Greaves said, commenting them casually. Frowning at the words, the handler wasn’t surprised by such confidence, maybe it was true, but he didn’t doubt his own skills to face the other man either. Now was not the time or place, thus, since he wasn’t labelled as a swordsman he didn’t get the interest the other could have for him, even base on the katana’s presence. His hand was playing with the amber liquid of his glass, thoughtful as a smirk stretched on his lips, overly confident men could end up bineg surprise and pulled down from their pedestal.

   “Is that so? Does any of them will prevent the closing of our deal?” He asked looking back at Shilliew. “It would be a shame to put our transaction in jeopardy.” Greaves didn’t like the sound of those so-called expectation that had the jailer. He didn’t care about them since he was doing the deal with Teach but if the other decided to get in the way, the handler wouldn’t be as obliging as he usually was.

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Shiliew found himself expecting a response from the handler, but receiving none only made him somewhat happier and more content than if he’d been given an answer, whether in the positive or negative. The former Jailer was definitely more interested in the sword itself, and the subsequent interest that Greaves held in it rather than the actual transaction that the two were taking part in right now. The Devil Fruits themselves weren’t his top priority at this point in time even though that was he’d set out for. He glanced to the sword once more, the male feeling a sudden urge to actually inspect the weapon. The blade would reveal a lot about the owner, but Shiliew was well aware that the repercussions it may cause were not something that Blackbeard would be pleased with. Honestly, he’d only become much more cautious as his power grew, the Yonko being one of the most powerful pirates and yet still more than fearful of most people who could challenge his might. It was partly the reason why the man had ventured out to attain the Devil Fruits that this handler was now offering to him.

“So the sword enthusiast doesn’t enjoy talking about the things that he’s enthusiastic about.” The sarcasm in his tone as he closed the lid of the chest was plenty evident, the smirk on his features causing his jawline to become even more defined due to the pulling of his skin only solidified that fact. It seemed this man was only going to venture in the pursuits of business, though Shiliew knew how to drag the conversation back to the weapons of interest to him. The male puffed out some more smoke, the inspecting hand ghosting over the chest before finally closing it and making his way to the chair that was placed just before the other’s desk. 

He found himsel seating his overly large frame in the chair, his coat deciding that it nested better by falling over the chair rather than simply tucking itself under his body, not that he was one for such things, Shiliew just made sure to take note of every little detail he could. “What’s the cost then?” He knew very well around about how much it would cost for the Devil Fruits, the lump sum of cash that he had on his person more than revealing that fact, but Shiliew wasn’t going to simply pay as if he was a satisfied customer. He intended to squeeze whatever he could out of the handler, the idea behind it that he didn’t wish to leave without actually learning something about this man. It was a give and take situation,he hated that the broker knew what Devil Fruits they’d acquired, the very idea of him using that knowledge to their disadvantage making the Jailer feel unpleasant. 

“You needn’t worry about business.” He voiced, the man’s gaze falling on the other. “My expectations lie somewhere else, business of this nature doesn’t matter to me as much as it does to my captain.” Of course, he could just kill this man and take whatever he could that was in their vaults, or whatever they kept their valuable goods in, but it would mean no future business and that wasn’t something that Blackbeard took too kindly to he was sure. “I just want to see what asword enthusiast like you can actually do with a blade, it’s rather pitiful if you can’t even use one and yet you hang it like a prized ornament.”

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Hurt rp Starters

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down! You don't want to get even more hurt, do you?"

"Tell me where it hurts."

"Whoa, that's purple... It looks like your shoulder is dislocated."

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"You're bleeding... You're bleeding bad..."

"This is gonna hurt..."

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"You have a black eye. Where you fighting with someone?"

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"Oh my god, you've been shot!"

"Did... did you get beat up!?"

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"I'm no doctor, but you should have that looked at. It's bleeding a lot..."

"What is that? Are there bandages under your shirt?"

"Why is your arm wrapped up like that? And are those blood stains!?"

"You must have hit the back of your head really hard."

"Look at me. Just look at me and stay awake. Can you do that?"

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[reaperoftheunderworld-moved]

   Greaves raised a brow at Shilliew’s comment. No, indeed, he wasn’t someone you’d think as a swordsman, hardly a shooter, probably not a brawler and with his neat suits and manners, he could be working for the government or a bank. He was more than he seemed, only the aura that surrounded him warned other people who there was something about him, whether he inspired trust or mistrust. He took care of that reputation for the very purpose of avoiding brawls but also cherish the freedom of a man who despite his crimes and power, was so far below the radar of eventual bounties. Enemies he could handle, the government coming after him, it would cut his freedom of movement a bit and that would be a slight contrariety in his plans. Though, he knew men who after twenty years manage to stay hidden and move as they wanted, he would adapt, like always.

   ”Enthusiast, would be the right word I suppose." Answered Greaves. He didn’t touch a sword in three years and even if the subject was one that interested in, he didn’t want to talk about his own history or get into a confrontation that would force him to pull out his katana. That wasn’t exactly his project for that katana, he had another this special object and getting it to meet with the steel of the former Impel Down director wasn’t.

   If his guest and client needed to blow off some steam, he would happily direct him outside the building, allowing him to unleash his wrath against any soul that his sword or himself felt like killing. In this building, violence was only tolerated in corridors and downstairs, in the room it was natural to act like civilised people. Greaves knew he’ll have to be careful on how presumptuous he could act in Shilliew’s presence, but he wasn’t impressed by the man, nor intimidated, treating him as much as a business associate and an equal.

   Focus came back to the Devil Fruits in the chest and the reason they were meeting, which suited the handler perfectly. Shilliew stepped towards the chest, followed by the handler who stood across, leaving the bottle inviting the other to get more of it once his glass would be empty. He nodded grabbing the file next to the chest. “All information about the fruits are inside." From the size and weight, to the colour and nature, one mythical zoan and two logia, the people or place they had them, how they identified the fruits. Everything was in order and he couldn’t help but to smirk at the former jailer’s comments. "Your captain will know where to find me, I rarely run away and don’t hide." Greaves said with a rather calm tone. "Though that wouldn’t benefit my business to deceive your captain and it would slow your researches for powerful and rare Devil Fruit wouldn’t it?" He commented leaning against the shelves behind him.

   ”Now, I hope that everything we have here fulfil your expectations.”

[thebloodyrainfalls]

Shiliew was a suspicious man by nature, he had realised that even those who were closest to you, your admirers, friends, colleagues, they were all people who meant nothing in the end and would not hesitate to betray you should the act benefit them. The eternal boredom of Level Six had definitely allowed him to contemplate what he would do to them should the chance arise, though they were lucky enough not to meet the cold steel of his blade the day he escaped, the terms of the agreement being more than precarious at best. He did not trust this man either, a handler, an Underworld Broker that was as mysterious as him, clouded in the dark with no history or any information on him, Shiliew didn’t enjoy being the one with lesser information, not at all. The man did intend to test him however, see if this man had anything worth noting that would allow for him to see what he was made of, the sword being the most obvious piece of interest for Shiliew. It was only natural for a swordsman of his calibre to gravitate towards such an object. It was in a swordsman’s nature to want to fight another swordsman, and this guy wasn’t really cooperating as much as he’d have wanted him to.

“What’s with that!?” the gravity in the former Jailer’s tone was more than  noticeable, the male’s voice, one that could inspire fear in any man, causing the smoke in his mouth to exude itself in a cloud of smoke. “A sword enthusiast with only one sword.” He made it more than apparent that he didn’t believe a word of it, the whole thing seeming much too stupid for the man, who was more than intelligent, though his appearance and reputation said contrary to that fact. 

This whole deal was annoying for him, the former Jailer was never one for such transactions between people, he was the vanguard, the fighter, the killer that loved to bathe in the blood of his enemies. Killing was his forte and violence his pastime. Such refinement and business wasn’t a foreign thing to him but it was more than unwanted by the man. His head finding it something that was especially boring and detestable. He didn’t really understand how people with strength, people like the Admirals, the Shichibukai and the Yonko, those who held great influence, he couldn’t understand how they did not feel the same as him, even his captain being a man that Shiliew found somewhat cowardly. If you were strong then it was more than necessary for you to seek out people to test your strength on, to find people willing to make you enjoy the pleasures of battle.

He pulled out the paper, the information on it pertaining to Devil Fruits being more than easy to see. His eyes switched their focus from the fruits and to the paper more than several times. The male puffed out another cloud of smoke before inspecting them thoroughly, holding them and examining them as much as he could. The empty glass did annoy him, the liquid that wa sin it being insufficient for him so he simply walked over, grabbed the bottle and chugged away, the contents of it spilling slightly from the corners of his lips. “We both know that.” He said, eyeing the other, his calm demeanour making Shiliew chuckle. he was much too interesting, “It wouldn’t benefit you, a sword enthusiast, if a man like me was sent after you. I doubt you’d survive more than a few days.”

“They meet my captain’s expectations. I have other expectations.” The money came out soon after, a hand reaching into his coat’s inner pocket and revealing the currency, more than enough to pay for them.

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[thebloodyrainfalls]

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[reaperoftheunderworld-moved]

   The handler was calm and cautious in his words. Contrary to what it seemed he kept his speech short in one purpose to not let the entertainment that brought the large man to get him into gratuitous provocation that would cause Shilliew unsheathing his sword. It would be a bothersome for so many reasons, blood on the floor was hard to get rid off and being in bad terms with one of Blackbeard’s man would complicate certain things. Not that he mind being in conflict with influential people, in the contrary, build up tension and adrenaline was always a fun thing to do and handle. After all, you didn’t have to like to people you were doing business with, as long as you gave them what they wanted or looking, it didn’t matter how they hated each other.

   He open the cabinet, starting to shuffle the bottles inside to see what he could give to his client. Surprisingly  the pirate seemed to allow himself for a quick look of the place and the mention of the sword stand made the handler stopped his movements. Silence, looking over his shoulder at the man, lips parted, “It was a gift." More precisely, it was an order he made, a request that he never had to pay for but details of his personal life weren’t exactly why the man was here, right. He stood back up, asking for the other’s preference but the man didn’t give him a specific reply, more a challenge to find something proper to sustain him.

   ”We’ll see about that…" Replied the handler reaching for a bottle containing an amber coloured liquid in which the owner had slid a tick of vanilla to arrange it. Shilliew was in luck, the handler knew that pirates had various taste, from sake to beer and last but not least Rum. Of course he had more classic alcohol for his usual clients and guest who like scotch or whiskey, he had everything to prepare a couple of cocktail as well. 

   Putting the bottle down on top the cabinet, Greaves around almost as fast as the pirate came towards, not even flinching as the other hovered him. “The Fruits are at your disposition." He answered calmly, hand gently moving pointing towards the open chest sitting on his desk. "Take your time to look at the three of them." Greaves added, taking one step back as he grabbed the bottle and sliding the two glass to have them within reach, pouring the rum in the glass and handing it to the large pirate. "I’m at your service." He said, his hues shining in polite provocation.

[thebloodyrainfalls]

He was definitely an interesting man. Shiliew wasn't simply a brute as many labelled him, the brute and hulking mass that loved to kill and only kill. He was able to notice small things in his opponents, the many years of killing and battle making him a very intuitive and very capable man when it came to noticing subtle changes in people's behaviour. This time was no exception. The small pause the other exhibited didn't escape the capable eye of the swordsman. His smirk made itself all the more clearer on his lips as he inspected it. He wondered in thought of who exactly would hand it to him as a gift, surely he held the person in high regard to hang up the ornament, perhaps he even practised with it, the former Jailer surely wanted to find out. After all, if this guy was indeed experienced with a blade then it was practically his duty to challenge him as a swordsman.

"I wouldn't imagine a man like you being the type for swords." His appearance indeed belied the fact that he may have been a swordsman himself, in fact Greaves didn't seem much of anything that was easy to notice, perhaps he was a Devil Fruit user, perhaps a gunslinger, perhaps just a simple brawler. Shiliew had come across the whole lot in his life, this guy was more of a mystery than most, being an Underworld Broker was certainly an easy enough way for him to keep himself and his data clouded enough for not many to attain info on him. 

The drink was taken in hand, the male finding the glass a bit small for his tastes, he would certainly have preferred the bottle, the small glance towards it might have betrayed that, but Shiliew knew not to be so demanding right now. He was more than knowledgeable on the fact that a Broker could swindle their clients, though the image of someone swindling him, even the very notion of it, had the swordsman more than amused, only a fool would do that. This guy was certainly aware of the power that Blackbeard held, being a Yonko, one of the most influential pirates in the whole world was something that was globally recognised. Only a fool would try and swindle on of his officers, a man directly below him. Shiliew was certainly confident enough in his abilities to feel that he'd be able to give even his captain more than a very dangerous battle should he want one. 

He definitely found the man more than provocative, but not doing anything rash here could lead to his downfall, for one he needed to make sure to properly inspect the fruits and find out any additional information that he needed, the actual powers being one. He wanted to make sure that they were the genuine ones. "And they're all the appropriate ones?" He questioned, staring down at the chest before grabbing one and playing around with it in his hands, his eyes taking in the intricate patterns that littered its surface. "Your services had better be genuine, my captain would hunt you down should you give us the wrong ones."

[askku-chan]

Giant? She would never think about herself in that category. It was truth, she was taller than an average person, but… in that one case she was still shorter. “Kuma.”

[thebloodyrainfalls]

"The Shichibukai?" The male was certainly taken aback by the name slightly, his smirk that was usually permeating his featuresfading as he stared at the other.