Hal Henderics

"They're a bit too spicy for me. My scrapbook holds better records than my memories do." "Squigs. Horrid little creatures. They are a type of Orkoid creature, which, upon death, spreads spores everywhere, and outside of that, reproduces like mad, adapting to fill every biological niche and overwhelming a biosphere in a short period of time." "Their adaptive abilities are useful, but even after sterilizing them, I hesitate to release them anywhere without a quarantine." "The only way to clean an ork infestation out leaves a glass marble in place of a planet." She says seriously, flipping through her scrapbook.

"I made these little critters through alchemy, but they aren't that useful to me, if you are curious" The woman says, slinking to full height as she shows off the cold frozen visages of the monsters. "I had to turn em to stone, to prevent any... Problems. They should be safe now though. As safe as a rabid little tooth filled monster can be." she giggles, her one eye forming the centerpiece of a smug look.

"FREE MONSTER CREATURES FOR SALE!" The snake Woman shouts at the top of her lungs, slithering around carrying strange statues shaped like grotesque little monsters. It seems after helping Atton with his troubles, she's seen fit to loiter around and make a nuisance of herself. The Stone Squirrel from before follows behind her silently.

Joining S&S for Magical Glory!

OFF: Pepper Steak "It... It's First Mate Sheen, of the Holly Pirates!" "His swordsmanship is unmatched!" The crowd speaks in awe and terror at the funny looking guy dragging himself from the rubble of the chair. The Hair Hooks that make up his hairstyle are different now, considering two small kunai are looped through them. He looks angry. "Now why did you have to go and do that?" "All we were doing was making our captain's awe inspiring power that much more clear to this nice people." "I was just going to kill you off one by one till you left, but now, well." He flicks his head, sending the Kunai into a wild spin, turning a terrible fashion choice into a terrifying combat choice. "I'll just have to show you my Tiger's Blood Sword Style!" Kyra's sniper round shatters one of the kunai. Though, she was aiming for his head. Terrible, his choice in fashion may be, Sheen is no slouch in combat, swinging his head down to pick up another Kunai from his belt with his hook hair even as Jill and Mask rush towards him. The fighting begins in earnest as Jill tries to overwhelm the Tiger's Blood Master with a barrage of fist attacks, interspersed with Mask's own sword swipes which have the convenience of being able to pass through her misty form. The fan-like nature of Sheen's Hair Kunai work against her as attacks directed at his vitals are dispersed by what would be a gruesome blending of flesh on anyone else. A kick to the neck, a punch to the solar plexus, turned to mist with slight head tilts and swings from his cutlass. -- Ricewine easily brews a Penicillin Porter, which serves the purpose of eradicating bacteria in small doses. It has to be watered down, so it can be choked down by the youthful girl, but her coughs almost immediately turn from thick to dry as the brew does it's magic, and she falls into a fitful rest that calms into a peaceful one.

[Prediction, Back, Shoot, Forward, Shoot, Repeat]

OFF: Pepper Steak All good things must come to an end, trying to slash at the garbage, Issac is struck by an incoming dumpster, sending him flying away as Ricewine escapes with the girl to the ship! At the same time, Mask arrives to the sight of Some guy with a sword and a ridiculous hairstyle. As soon as he starts speaking, the trashnado dies down, around the same time he dodges an errant piece of it. "Ok, which one of you Pirates is messing with our Disciplinary Measures?" He sounds bored as he- Is smashed in the face with a chair, sending him ass over teakettle down the street.

Rowdy Rumble: Kingdom Hearts II The trash keeps shaking as the ground rumbles, and then... It Attacks! An Idiot he might be, but his swordplay and acrobatics are phenomenal! Issac flashes around the girl, batting away empty cans, sacks of garbage, and rusty forks with ease using his sword, slashing them to ribbons in the process! Issac's Phenominal Swordsmanship has the Townsfolk in awe as he makes obliterating waste products look easy. Where is it coming from! Kyra's sharp eye fails to spot even a single person that isn't as sick and dirty as the rest of these townsfolk! The Girl seems to be suffering from mild septic shock, it's no wonder, with the squalor this town lives in, but there doesn't seem to be any marks on her, how could she have gotten this bad without obvious points of entry? Using a Bracing Concoction, he manages to quell the coughing for now. She'll need antibiotics, all of these people will -- The trash begins to spin around, rolling or even flying in the air around Issac, Ricewine, and the girl, and still no attacker in sight. The garbage seems to fly randomly, loud sounds ringing out whenever Issac slashes one to bits. Wait, someone is walking down the road, it's some tall thin fellow, bare-chested, and wielding a large cutlass over his shoulder, he's coming in from the forest, walking through town at a leisurely pace. His hair seems to have been styled such that it forms two long hooks on either side of his head, easily as long as his arms in length, and jutting out perfectly horizontal to his body.

Among the crew's mingling, a cry rings out, one of the sick children from before has fallen to the ground, coughing up a storm. Nobody moves to help the girl even though it's clear they want to. The ground begins to rumble around the line of chairs, cans clanking as they bounce up and down.

[Analysis, Down, Area Grab, Sword, Wide Sword, Consecutive Buster Fire.]

Soon, Rubbish Island comes into stark relief, the streets overflow with garbage, while people try to do their daily tasks in spite of this. Oddly enough, any new trash is simply dumped in the street with the rest, or just left where it was made. The people living there look dirty and mostly have neutral faces. There are children playing near the beaches, which are visible from the harbor. [Who handles the tasks related to bringing the ship into harbor?] The ship is docked with no trouble or mistakes. It seems a crew made of former marines know what they are doing. Upon entering town for supplies, fresh fruit vendors are stifled by flies, and a similar fate befalls most other market stalls as they try to peddle their wares. Other types of supplies are similarly coated in grime and mush. [Who handles supplies and information gathering, if any is done? What kind of information and wares are sought out?] Those that go looking for Gossip have a hard time finding it. Issac's charm alone doesn't seem to loosen many lips, without Elegy's harmless appearance helping. Kyra's more Psychological Tactics have great success however, ferreting out countless tells and reactions. It seems that This overwhelmingly unhealthy amount of garbage is not something they want, something they are being forced, no, threatened to do, and every adult in town has the same body language of someone who is paranoid of eavesdropping, no matter where or how Kyra interrogated them. Lastly, several children and adults sit in the middle of town's square, they seem to be sick, judging from their sniffles and coughs. They don't look to be restrained, but they may be Coerced. All signs point towards this being an example. But of what, and to who? In the distance, some sort of building is tall enough to peak over the trees surrounding the Rubbish Island Village. Some Wine and other FIRMLY sealed foods are purchased with some of your remaining Berry, but the fruit and meats are tough to trust, what with the rats and bugs abound. The fish just aren't biting, Jenkins thinks to himself. It isn't a matter of bait, it seems the pollution just isn't enticing. Children are gathering to watch the weird foreigner try to fish. The ship is kept safe, it's a boring job, though. Nobody seems keen on even approaching the harbor, much less the ship. Further inspection shows that this harbor really hasn't received care in a while. Nor many ships. [Other tasks may be performed at-leisure]

Oh but it gets worse. After playing with the caged abomination for a while, the Snakewoman gets a dastardly gleam in her eye, and begins bulling surrounding soldiers to grab soldiers and follow her, ranting about how she will turn the rivers red, quite literally, by transmogrifying water into crystal siege engines. Slithering away with her reluctant band, she leaves a calmly resting pile of rocks and dirt shaped like a squirrel, looking exasperatedly after her. "That will be interesting." Gozer says simply. -- A while later, one by one, gleaming blue-clear balistae are wheeled in front of the castle one by one, along with a smug snake woman carrying a bowl of flowers.

Fooling around by dancing on top of an empty Barrel, Dackly is distracted from her noble duty by the sound of something roaring and thrashing. "*gasp* Zoot's awake!" She squeals, sliterhing over to a Stone Cage that was erected in a corner of the Courtyard. What appears to be a Robotic Lizard wearing a skirt thrashes around inside bonelessly. It isn't easy to tell at a glance if Dackly is taunting it or coddling it, as she coos with pride at the violent monster. "So much pep! I'm glad to see my little Zooty Wooty up and about!"

12* to Starboard, about 3 miles ahead. That's where the ship is pointed right now, at any rate. To Rubbish Island for stocking up. You only just escaped the last Marine Blockade attempting to stop you all. According to local rumor, Rubbish Island is the safest place in the West Blue, in terms of lacking marine presence, anyway. It will take about an hour to reach port. Food is scarce, and a brewery still hasn't been made.

Dackly and Gozer slither in, carrying a keg. It's empty, and it seems Dackly was just using it for Aesthetic reasons. "Woo! Party time!" "Kicking the shit out of bad guys always puts a smile on my face." "You can't kick things though Dackly." Gozer responds. Dackly puts a finger to his mouth, shushing repeatedly for an awkwardly long period of time. "Don't break the masquerade, my dear Gozer."

[3 Right, 2 Down, 4 Right, 1 Up]

And thus, with those legendary words, Gold Roger enkindled the flames of hope in countless people, and began the Great Pirate Era, where hundreds of thousands set sail for the Grand Line, in hopes of discovering that incredible treasure, The One Piece! And now, it's your turn. Set sail for freedom, for fame, money, or power. Take your own journey to the Grand Line, and make waves like no wind or tide before you! Join this Discord before you do a heckin' darn thing folks, you'll need to talk to your friends to help make a good sheet for the crew! Sheet 1: (Additional Sheets will be distributed for further character generation after vague agreements are met on character design and cohesion.) Sheet 2

[Spreader C, Spreader C, Cannon C, Begin Charging Charge Shot.]

[4 Right, 2 Up, 1 Right, 2 Up, 1 Down]

[3 Right, 2 Down, 1 Right, 1 Down, 3 Right]

Prediction Mode [Cannon D, Down, Cannon B, Up, Up, Fire Buster Until Turn Ends] "What a Joke. I'll take these pitiful things down in seconds." Vile Comments.

"Let's do this thing, Vile, if you would." "Heh, Right." Vile speaks for the first time. [Right 7, Down 1, Right 2]

"Anyway, Heck yeah Vile was being a pain, remember when he wanted his buster to be shoulder mounted? And it took me weeks to make the custom positional data? Well, the Charge Attack is not even in the buster, it's mounted on the other shoulder. I swear, he's going to throw his back out one of these days." Brock says, shaking his head.

"HIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHGHGHG" Law absolutely SHRIEKS, jumping and attempting to scramble away. He stops, and with a sigh, his eyes roll back and he blacks out.

"Just my Netnavi's new and improved Charge Attack. I never thought I'd get it working, even if they WEREN'T being a big baby about it! Brock says with a specific intonation as he laughs.