Willow Omens had been through a lot as of late, having to hide out in the slums while Captain Sylvester worked on commandeering a ship for them to get out of here. He was here for the longest time, first when he arrived on the island avoiding capture by some 'old friends' if you want to call them that, then to hide from some marines over a simple misunderstanding, and then there was the time that he got involved in the destruction of a store. It seemed that all of the people that were involved with these events all wound up on the same crew.

He sighed to himself, smiling under his collar while laying a set of cards out on the table in the bar he sat inside of. He was trying to give himself a fortune, using the art of divination with a tarot deck to discover just why things were going the way they were. One card kept coming up in every single hand he dealt, Death. it seemed to be the card that embodied him in every sense of the word, followed only by The Fool. Yes an ever changing naive person with great potential, that was something that some people could call him. Others could interpret it as Willow being a source of chaos and calamity, depending on what side of the coin you were looking at.

While he was getting ready to flip the hand he dealt this time and read his fortune, it seemed that something was happening int he bar, a disgruntled girl complaining about the marines. Other people working about in the bar and conversing with her. The girl seemed to want to fight back against the marines. Now, Willow normally a dopey looking face on, but when he heard about the chance to stick it to the marines, his purple eyes opened up and narrowed with a sly grin coming across his face.

Getting up from the table, leaving the cards there, the lovers, the fool and death all flipped over. What could the message mean? It didn't matter, he was walking away and right up toward Melissa. His dopey face on again, he would bend at the hip to lean forward and seek to get her attention, "Pardon me--But I couldn't help but overhear. I was wondering if I could join you?"

Rather blunt about it, Willow was wondering if the girl would want to get into some antics with the marines and show them what for. "I'd be happy to lend the power of the Six Barrel Pirates to you."

Willow patiently waited for what Melissa was saying to her peers, and to him as well.  Standing there with that grin on his face, eyes closed while his gaze was focused on her the whole time. "Oh right! How clumsy of me! My name is Willow O. Omens! I'm having a spat with the Marines myself and I would like to push them out of the slums somewhat. They're a bit big headed anyways."

She wanted to know why he wanted to fight marines, and he decided to reply to her in the best way that he knew how. While keeping the straightest face that he could, "Oh--if I went fighting them on my own I would die for sure. But fighting them with an ally, while all of mine are elsewhere on the island doing their thing, I would have a chance to get a fair chance at death. It's no fun when you have a one hundred percent chance of failure or victory." He said so flippantly, waving his hand about.

"Also I am currently single--why do you ask?"  Though as he was replying, the headphones that were on his neck blared with audible static, the feint sound of a voice ringing out for Willow to hear, more of a disgruntled huff of air which he winced at when the static rung out.  It seemed that the voice he started to hear whenever he ate that fruit about a four days ago.

"Oh I can handle myself in a fight. I'm a little gifted when it comes to dealing with death." He said in a more confident tone, his eyes opening up and giving her a narrow-eyed look that conveyed the message he wasn't as naive as he seemed. but shortly after that he was back to his dopey sided self. Though when he looked at Melissa she could see the odd purple color of his eyes, something that stuck out along with the orange hair.

"So how about it? we could go beat some marines up and let them know we don't like them pushing us around." He declared in the classic 'we can do it' pose with one hand holding the crux of his other arm behind the elbow, his free hand clenched into a fist.  As he struck that pose, a few ghosts lifted up out of the ground doing the same pose behind himself, like they were either with him or mocking him.  He still wasn't exactly used to his powers just yet it seemed.

While Willow spoke with the girl, she didn't even take the time to introduce herself properly. She wanted his name, but didn't want to give hers in exchange? Willow could only ponder on this while she waltzed around him as he was in his thinking pose. Right elbow planted in his left palm, right hand held up to his chin as he contemplated just what she was getting at. Though the compliments on his looks were quite evident and he blinked, only to look at her and offer a wry smile, "Oh thank you kindly!" he didn't seem to be flustered by the flirtations.

Though, there was another blast of static that came from his headphones when he reciprocated her flirtations. But first, but first he had to think fast? She threw a cup high up into the air and he was going to have to catch it as some form of test? He started to leap up to catch it, on the balls of his feet while he was reaching up for the cup. But something was coming for him.

A voice screamed over the headphones at him, audible enough for him, but came out as a series of muffled static for anyone else that could hear it, as such only Willow heard the words, "Attack..coming..Duck!" While Willow saw the cup, he glanced down to see the leg coming at him. Oh--this won't end well he thought to himself while trying to duck down. But his arms were cut in the cross fire of the attack, sending him sliding across the floor, only for a series of ghosts to come up out of the floor, hands forming into what could be called a squishy ramp to slow his slide and keep him from going too far.

Melissa wanted to really put him through his paces, and while she saw fit to catch that cup, she promptly dropped it by being startled. But before that fragile cup would fall on the ground, WIllow would leap for it, sliding along the ground on his stomach for it, arm reaching out and determination alone getting a ghost to come out and listen to what he wanted this time. The ghost would come up out of the ground, hand reaching out and solidifying enough to latch onto the cup and hold it up triumphantly.

"Oh look, I caught it!" He declared with that dopey expression on his face again while standing up and dusting himself off, in the meantime the ghost was dancing and shaking its groove thing, doing the cabbage patch with the cup in its hands as if to gloat, an extension of WIllow's desires deep down. Of course, the sudden appearance of nearly a dozen ghosts in the bar was something that had everyone except Willow and Melissa reacting with bulged out eyes, jaws hanging open and wide, startled to sheer shock by the sight of the things.

So he was sexy, then he was lover boy, then he was ghosty? She certainly had a lot of nicknames for a person, Willow just lifted up his finger, trying to get a word in edge wise while Melissa continued to go on, now introducing herself with several nicknames of her own.  His extended index finger just curled down not getting the chance to talk while she went on about devil fruits and if he even liked the cold.  Well, he wasn't partial to it, but he was used to it from being on Water 7 for so long.

"Oh that is interesting--I can't go swimming anymore, or take a bath. I always preferred a shower anyways." He said proudly without really reacting to her powers other than visibly shivering.  While he stood there, hands on his hips, shivering in his boots, several ghosts rose up from the ground, arms crossed over their bodies and holding their arms as they shivered as well.  They apparently reflected either the exact opposite of his mood or mimicked it directly.

Melissa wanted to get going and off to bar where marines hung out normally. "But my butt isn't made out of bubbles!" He cried out while following after Melissa out the door and into the slums.  Overhangs of stone and mortar were common here, and lighting was artificial, but it gave a nice seedy rustic feeling to the den of debauchery as some would call it.  But while Willow marveled at the architecture, Melissa explained where they were headed.

Off to the business district, and to a marine bar? A full bar of marines? Willow's expression went from that dopey one to opening his eyes, brows furrowed into a state that some would consider angry had it not been for that devilish grin on his face.  he was eager to see what a marine bar was like, and Melissa seemed to be ready for a fire fight.

"So do you have any plans before we head there? I'm not sure how your gun could be useful if there are more than two marines. Unless you shoot snow out of that. Tell me you shoot snow out of it! I want to see you shoot snow out of it!" His eyes were alight with sparkles, taking great interest in the though tof a gun shooting deadly projectiles of snow rather than buckshot.

He was given the shotgun, and Melissa was getting ready to head out on her own path, it seemed that she was easily spotted whenever she wanted to get into the business district.He had to look the part to enter the business district too? Well, he simply pulled out that handkerchief given to him by Sylvester and tied it off on his collar, giving him a plus five to fanciness. As Melissa left, she declared that she did in fact not shoot snow. Well there goes that fantasy.

When the two parted ways, Willow took that shotgun with him, holstering it behind his back like a quiver for arrows, putting on the airs that it was on his person for self defense. He walked along and made his way up toward the entrance, or rather, the main entrance, of the business district. It was best to be direct about it, and with his hood pulled up and over his noggin, it was hard to see his face combined with that baggy collar of his.

He was able to enter the city undeterred from his path, making his way through the crowds with his eyes in that determined glare, ready to find the bar. The bar which, of course, he had not been given directions to. Going right back into that dopey looking face of his, Willow sighed and started to look around, trying to find some sort of mall directory or a map that could point him in the right direction. But that wouldn't be helping him at all as there weren't any of that kind of thing in the vicinity. Time to rely on good old word of mouth!

"Excuse me--can you point me toward a bar? It serves marines almost exclusively?" He would ask some of the normal people in the area. They all gave him a skeptical look, judging by the weapon on his back, and question just WHY he wanted to go to a marine bar. "Oh that's simple, I want to blow the roof off--with jokes and stories of course! I'm supposed to go perform for them." He really needed to choose his words better.

He eventually found someone that could point him in the right direction, it seemed that there was supposed to be entertainment at the bar today, and the last person he asked, the very one that gave him the directions he so desperately needed, was in fact, a marine! That would get Willow to the entrance of the bar, where he would wave to the marine as they went inside, wanting to know if he was coming in, "Oh I'm waiting for my partner first of course!" Willow declared happily, and there he would wait for some sort of signal from Melissa, or for the snow angel to come and talk to him directly.

Willow made it to the bar, and Melissa would be joining shortly, it seemed she managed to find herself a uniform. He was here to perform with her but he wasn't in uniform. Well, that stood to reason that he was the voice and she was the body. That was the purpose of the performance together right? Right. But the major thing that struck him down was the security at the entrance. "So if I say it's a weapon I can't be arrested then? Do jokes count as a weapon if someone passes out from laughter?" He asked in his dopey snarkiness.

It didn't really sit well with the doorman as he snatched the shotgun away and Willow reached over for his staff, flicking it out to a cane length and standing on it for support, "I can keep this for the purpose of walking right? I get an occasional limp you see." Thankfully that would come to pass, and Willow could get into the bar while Melissa would be getting ready to set up on stage.

She gave him some orders and he listened to her, clutching his chin while nodding with his eyes closed, nonchalant about the whole thing. "But I'm supposed to perform with you? Or wait for my cue? Are we getting paid for this job?" Apparently he had gotten too in to character and was acting as if they were actually here for a performance. But while he got shooed away he waved to her to head out on the stage and get to being the opening act.

Now, many people would be nervous, but Willow was very calm. He, after all, had much experience with telling stories. He would start off with one of his favorites. The story, true or not, of a world where seven clans, seven races, formed together for the betterment of their world. They were doing their best to advance their society. "The people of this world I am about to tell you about managed to outlive their means from down on the ground. What were they to do? One mass of land that they outgrew. What were they to do? They persevered. They built, they dug, and they fled from the lands to let them regrow."

"Down below their earth was what could only be called a second world, untamed and wild with strange foliage and stranger creatures. It was nearly uninhabitable, save for the unsavory criminals that the people of the commonwealth did not want to deal with." He would go on to explain the room, walking to and fro on the stage, explaining the world and how a great tower was built, turning the world below into a prison, the common ground a place for the masses to work and farm and a city in the sky for the highest members of society.

While doing all of this, Willow took the time to examine the room, many of the marines were getting drunk and enamored with the story, there were about two dozen of them in the room, and seven staff members, one behind the bar, three on security at the door, and three working as servers. Willow was taking his time with the story, and leaving it off on a cliff hanger, turning the story into a last ditch effort of some criminals banding together, believing themselves to be innocent and worth redemption by going through the hardships to earn the rite back into society.

As he tied off the story, Willow would take a wide bow, and walk off to let Melissa know it was her turn. He knocked on her door with his staff. If she opened it to speak to him, Willow didn't have that dopey look on anymore, he had on the shrewd look of a man that knew he got a crowd warmed up. "Hello there! How's about you go up there and do your thing, I sneak around to shut the doors and lock us in here with them? Take out the sober security and leave us with the drunk bastards?"

Before they would walk out of the door, Willow would stop her and take a hold of her arm. He dropped the entire dopey guy act and spoke to her in a cool and collected manner. His tone came across as someone that understood everything that was going on, even how she seemed to be feeling, "Please don't mistake me coming back here for idiocy. I have seen every person there is in the bar, and got them interested enough in a story to keep drinking. Most of them are drunk enough that they won't be able to do much physically other than tumble over themselves. It's the security we need to watch out for." He would let her go and give her a small salute with his index and middle finger by flicking them away from his eyebrow, putting back on that dopey demeanor.

He was the first out and into the crowd of the bar, making sure to wait for her to get on stage and start her speech. Willow seemed to catch up on the fact that she was disinterested in him, or was it just annoyance for the time being. Not that he needed to prove himself to her, but at least he could do something to put him back in her good graces.

While she got to dancing and promenading about on the stage, Willow was getting in to his own shenanigans. It required working along with her dance and hoping it lasted long enough. First was to slip back away from the bar section and toward one of the two emergency exits. It was a simple door design, and it was able to be pulled open. Simple enough, just bust the hinges so that it can't be moved without a great amount of force.

In between roars of the crowd, Willow would be using his weapon to whack away at the three metal hinges, warping them at odd angles so that the bars and brackets would not be moving one way or the other unless the door was straight up busted down. Thankfully, Melissa's show was enough that he could get across to the other side of the bar and do the same thing to the other emergency exit.

Once both of the side exits were covered, it was a matter of sneaking back toward the entrance to watch the stage performance from afar. While he was in Melissa's line of sight he gave a thumbs up before she was ready to show off. Of course, showing off meant killing tow marines outright with her powers while Willow just marveled at how interesting and deadly her powers could be.

But now wasn't the time to gawk. He needed to take care of that last exit. He made a run for it, putting on the airs of being afraid and not realizing who Melissa was. Running right past the security and bouncer that were rushing in to the main room to see what the commotion was about. Willow just turned around and had a cheeky little sneer on his face. Slamming down the cross-bar to lock the doors from opening up one way or another, that same method of locking something down from the inside when you were working on sprucing up the place or closing down for the night to take a second exit, the bar was now effectively shut off from all sides.

Melissa was being held at gunpoint, and Willow was left all alone near the entrance, and right by the weapons check area. The person inside of it was easy enough to deal with as he leapt over the counter and slammed both feet into the girl's face to send her tumbling back into the wall out cold in one swift motion. She wasn't really much of a threat at all, but all the drunk and sober gunmen in the room were another thing.

Willow grabbed Melissa's shotgun and brought it up to the main room while she was feigning her terror. Willow just butted in, "Is this a bad time to declare my weapons now?" And with that little remark he pulled the trigger of the shotgun right behind two of the security guards. One was given a nice ventilation system in his stomach only to topple onto the floor as a bloody mess while the other got winged and sent to the floor in paint from the shrapnel of the round.

Willow would then throw the shotgun off to Melissa while he readied his staff for a good old fashioned bar fight. "Catch Snow Angel!"