Hal Henderics

"Here to take out the trash? That's a problem, ya' see. Because... I'M THE TRASH-MAN!" Captain Vito shouts, as his pirates rush towards the gang, while he himself throws his stubby hands out to the sides, where Garbage flies through the air to attach to them. Laughing insanely as two metal bins cover his trash laden arms, his body slowly loses the shape of man, and becomes more akin to a golem. Mask immediately chokeslams the pirate running at him, resulting in instant unconsciousness. The rest of the Pirates bind him up in defending against their sword swings and club attacks. He is slowly pushed back. Jill and Zoffy pair up, knocking back 2 to 3 of the pirates at a time, holding the line, and allowing Mask to slowly push his own way up. Sigmund is saved from an overhead chop from a particularly burly pirate thanks to Zoffy's timely intrusion of the Fist Based variety. -- Ricewine slips away from the brawling, and starts rolling out barrels of booze, one at a time. By the time he's done, there's 10 barrels of fine wine out on the front lawn, perfectly transportable back to the ship. Cora quietly approaches the back of the manor, and after a few false starts and what she suspects as snoring of some kind from the doghouse, picks her way inside a back room, it's dusty, and full of sacks of grain, medicine, and cleaning supplies. Kyra finds it too late to raise any alarms, considering what her crew has done, but does find a room mysteriously unlocked and open, which leads into the manor invitingly. Issac, Meanwhile, nearly falls from a second story window, but manages to scrabble his way inside. It's some kind of bedroom, fancy, and clearly for a lady, a cabinet and mirror sit off to one side, while a closet and bed sit to the other. One door leads out.

"Is that so? It's enough to make a man feel inadequate." Grant says, visibly thinking of ways to shorten the gap between him and his new allies.

Link to Discord (MANDATORY) The year is XXXX, a hopeful company of Ice Cream Entrepreneurs have been funded by Insurgent Rebels. Their goal? To out-compete the Hellish Companies of Hell itself to Sell Icecream to the Demonic Masses. This company of Rebels and Well Funded Icecream Salesmen is known as Notorious CREAM. Meanwhile, The Burocracy has funded a war effort of it's own, with the goal of maintaining their total control over The Hellscape, and Killing Every last one of those damn cream peddlers. These Favored Mercenaries and Loyalists are called called The Brandfathers. -- Both sides have set up shop in the same distinctly God-lacking region known as Hughman's Hellish Crater, after Hughbert Manuel, who discovered it in XXXX. A region known for having thin walls between Earthrealm and The Hellscape, this area is filled with Secrets of both definitions of Terrific, and Beasts and Plants found nowhere else in the world. These thin dimensional walls allow both sides to access hell. A key part of their respective plans. -- Key Information. -- Notorious CREAM Starting Resources -- The Brandfathers' Starting Resources -- Areas to Explore Gigant Hole: A large hole in the ground was caused by unknown circumstances. Hellscape Jungle: A Rainforest's Larger, Angrier brother. Full of unknown biomass, and possibly harmful to humans. Can only be accessed with a way to enter The Hellscape Glass Floor: Meteorological phenomenon have resulted in this desert turning into solid glass. The Sunlight is strong enough to cause radiation damage to Demonic species. Currently Borders The Brandfather's Base Camp. Gentle Brook: An extremely wide and shallow river, bordered by wide fields of grass. A favorable location for several purposes. Sky Islands: If a method were achieved to reach them, these floating environments could serve several purposes. Humantown: Named after Hughbert Manuel, this Human town enjoys the relative peace of The Hellish Crater's edge. Very little information is known.

Grant just smiles innocently. "Magic, huh? So what, you all can just DO stuff then? Like, Throwing fire and pulling rabbits out of hats?"

Grant lifts the thick revolver from his jacket, pointing it in the air. This time, it fires on the first try, sending six bullets flying with a much louder than normal crack of gunpowder. "Roulette Pistol. One in Six chambers has a bullet in it. I win the lotto, it fires 5 extra." "A fun party trick or not, they're real bullets, I can promise." He grins widely. "I can bet on anything, M'am. And I'd bet on me any day."

"Well, I guess there's no point waiting on it then." "I'm Grant, I'm 28 Years old, and have a terrible Gambling addiction. In the year 1935, Every single wager made on earth was honored. A few years after that, they figured out that it doesn't matter what you bet any more, and a few years after that, they figured out it doesn't matter who you bet against either." "I bet my life 20 minutes ago on a game of cards. I don't really plan on doing it again, but here we are." He finishes.

Grant, arriving in the courtyard, looks mostly confused at the boisterous conversation taking place in front of him right now. Hands in pocket, he wanders in with the general air of someone who owns the place. "She wasn't fooling, huh." "This really is something else." He says, stunned and more intrigued than ever.

"Damn, that's something else." "Guess there must have been a higher purpose or some damn fine luck for me then." Grant follows her, intrigued and confused, both of which are strong enough to encourage him to see it with his own eyes.

"Yeah. I am pretty confused, I lost a bet, and next thing I know, I'm in some fancy room." "Care to elucidate, M'am?" The man says, tipping his hat respectfully while pocketing his rather large gun. He takes in the room and eventually makes his eyes wander over to the person over him, looking up and down to see just what he's looking at. "Everyone dress funny here? It don't seem that cold by my estimate." He says, done with his assessment.

Law goes to the river, attempting to trade Repairs and Enhancements for Metal.

Knocking on the door, shouting is heard. "Heyyyyy, Charlie!" the generic mook says, opening the door drunk off their ass and not aware of who it actually is. Then Jill Knocks again, sending the mook flying into the crowd as she and Mask rush in. Entering the party, the main hall is full of drunk pirates and food. At the back, a Throne has been dragged in, and a short fat man is sitting on it, drunk out of his mind and Rambling about something. Due to the Punches and slashes that follow, All of them finally notice what's going on. "Well who the hell are you all?" The goblin-like man slurs, rising to his feet. -- Meanwhile, a search shows the Mansion has plenty of windows and doors in and out. A backyard has the most obvious entrance, where the others are locked, this one isn't. A fence surrounds the yard, and a doghouse in the corner lay silent. --

Law replaces most of the metal in the design with wood, stone, cement, and rope, and shows it off again. Two metal plates are all that's needed in this design, for the "Hammer" and "Anvil". "It's not quite native to these lands, but in my lands, a tool like this is simply required, as it separates the work of labor from the skill of the smith, allowing larger and more complex works to be made, and more quickly." "I-it may seem odd, but much of my kind's metalwork relies on improving and i-innovating our tools, even as we improve our skills." "My own Metal Printer uses special techniques to smelt metal and cast it freely in thin lines, like a pen writing molten steel on paper."

Suddenly, in a cloud of cards, a Table with someone sitting at it appears in the war room, the man flips the table over, sending the chips and cards flying. "Damn it Damn it Damn it!" Pulling out his revolver, he starts firing on the table that he just flipped repeatedly. It just keeps clicking, without shooting anything, until suddenly it works, peppering the table with 6 bullets at once. "Piss!" He shouts one last time, before sighing. He looks around. "Where the hell am I?"

With their Permission, Law Reforges as many of their existing straight swords as they wish in the new designs. While it is printing and reforging, Law designs an Iron Kiss Autohammer. It will be made of metal, and pedal powered. Maybe the elf could scam some village teens into pedaling it if he builds it.

Dackly's eyes are literally bulging with glee as she looks over the place. "And this pocket space is available to you wherever you are? Incredible. Here I am planning on stabbing myself with supernatural relics for a chance to get something my allies already have. Incredible!" She comments. "M'am, I am prepared to begin at your command." Gozer finishes.

Dackly claps her hands in a very giddy way, before doing as she is commanded. Gozer joins this ritual silently.

Issac is dragged off into an alley by a young woman who seems friendly enough. She kicks over a garbage can and rolls it out of the alley with a second kick before whispering. "The Holly Pirates have been keeping us like this for months, and with Captain Vito's demon power, he can spy on everyone with garbage. We've been forced to dump it everywhere" Grabbing Issac by the shoulders she continues "You can't fight Vito head on, he's managed to beat off every outside ship that has shown up here. The marines don't even patrol the area any more!" "He's got some kind of power that makes people sick. Don't let him use it, no matter what." Glancing shiftily from side to side, the girl runs off and escapes back into the crowd. ! -- The rest of the gang arrive at the manor, as expected.

Law asks if the Elf knows any designs that he is unable to produce himself that might be of value, perhaps some secrets from an old master, or an idea that he himself once had, but lacked the experience to bring to life?

The smile on Law's face could light up a mineshaft as he scurries off. Claiming to be a type of Wizard, Law offers to improve the Elf's stock, Kindness doesn't cost a thing, after all.

Oh Fuck, Don't cats have like, a 100% kill rate for prey? don't freakoutdon'tfreakout Law's hand extends at an annoyingly slow rate, as he trembles, hoping desperately this thing doesn't bite the shit out of him. He pats it once, then twice, then a small stroke.

Law is in wonder at the nature, and nods enthusiastically at Vitor's suggestion. "What an intriguing place!"

"I... I've never done penetration testing, to be honest. In most cases, it is a full distinct entity effect tied to a threshold." "I do not need premolded bricks, the pit itself would be adequate. And Squigs can eat any organic matter. Usually whatever waste products are made through the Endless Wars that Orks perpetuate." "Most anything living I've taken care of required I inhibit it's growth and limit it's health, rather than encourage them..." Dackly comments sheepishly.

Inuyasha OST 2 - Like a Hurricane Being Driven into a corner, Sheen flips up and over the wall, flying away from the pair, as Jill begins unleashing Umibōzu, the man grins in anticipation. "I have one speed, I have one gear: Go!" "Tiger's Blood Style: Coca Cutter!" The man spins in midair, adding even more centrifugal force to his hair kunai, he sends a torrent of spinning knives at incredible speeds at Jill as she launches herself at him with a single punch, the ground behind her is littered with knives deeply embedded in the ground as they even go so far as to shatter one another due to saturation and density. However, Jill's Devil Fruit Wins out, and the knives are for naught as they pass through her like a razor through so much cocaine. Her fist colliding with his face and sending him skidding down the street, unconscious. The thud can be heard all the way from where Kyra is, as she and Zoffy make their way to the large Manor. A cacophany of loud merrymaking can be heard from inside, and moments after arrival, a pirate-looking fellow is defenstrated from the building, a lampshade on his head and a hand full of mug which is itself formerly full of booze. -- The creation of both Penicillin Porter and Six Flame Curry goes by without incident.

"Name any object you like, My gaze holds the power to make it into stone. From paper to steel. I'm basically incredible, yeah?" The woman preens. The Stone creature that is her companion speaks up. "I am an Earth Elemental. I have the ability to work earth that you seek." "As for Arcanist's Equipment. I'm afraid you will have to be more specific."

"Is that so? Well then it is nothing less than my responsibility to gift you these creatures." Someone skilled in cold reading, or even dabbling would note the Pure unadulterated gleam of greed that briefly overcomes Dackly's face. "At your command, dear, I can infuse these statues with my Loving Gaze, which will both soften them up and negate my Petrification." Dackly says with a bow as her tail shuffles the statues over to Lena.