12:00pm
Angel Island- Lovely Street It was packed. The speeches were going to be held at the beach but the majority of the people that came crowded lovely street. The train that connected to the two areas. Angel Island and Shandia Village dropped you off right here on Lovely Street. Calico had left around a hour before Anne. And it'd take around double that amount of time for her to get here. Which should be enough time for him to deal with the Mayor. The current one. He had ran unopposed for a very long time and this was the first time he had actually had to deal with a real threat. At this time he was spotted here. So there was only one place that Calico felt he could be. And that is at his Mansion. Where else would be two hours before the speech? It was a hunch and just meant he wouldn't be attacked by Calico in front of all of these people.
There were many White Berets around but the further Calico went away from the center of Lovely Street their presence lowered. Calico was a bit worried about them. As he was told they were the ones to take out Michael and his crew. Which was a impressive feat on it's own. However he was confident he could deal with them all by himself. Even if that may not be the case.
"Every good hero needs a villain." Calico would say out loud as he continued to walk the street.
12:08pm
Train to Angel Island Anne would stop before entering the train. But she would be bumped by someone behind her that caused her to keep walking. She made it into the train and took a seat in the cart.
"Anny? What is wrong? You keep looking at piece of paper." This Woman that asked her if she was okay was one of the Nurses that used to work with her. She was now in charge of taking care of her building which was in the process of becoming an actual hospital now. She also was Anne's best friend. She didn't know much about Calico other than he was a patient Anne looked after personally. No one really knew about the relationship Anne and Calico had. Her name was Keme.
"Nothing, just thinking about something." Anne would ball up the piece of paper. As she felt guilty. She didn't really help Calico. He had something that was incurable. All she did was lie to him even though he had helped her so much.
"You seem nervous. It is going to be alright you'll deliver your speech just how you practiced. So don't worry about that or the rain. Okay?" Keme would drape her around Anne. Pulling her worried friend close.
"Remember that story my grandmother used to tell us?" Anne would say as she balled up the piece of paper. Anger with herself so much she couldn't bring herself to read it.
"Which one?" Keme would ask her.
"The one about Okee." 12:14pm
Angel Island - Mayor's Office "So it is impossible to reopen?" It was the Marlo. Next to him was Goron Moto Sr. After the incident on Shandia Goron had to relocate to Angel Island due to the backlash his gambling hall took.
"Are you fucking dumb? OF COURSE IT IS IMPOSSIBLE! They found a dead kid there! No one will ever go there again, not anyone from Shandia. You'd have better luck opening on Angel Island. And only after I win and you give this thing time to die down. I do have a plan to clear things up though." The Mayor would say as he stood there in front of a mirror. He had servants adjusting his clothing and making sure his wings and hair were properly groomed.
"But Mayor th-" Goron would try to speak as this was his baby. Though the reasons he opened it were only to oppressed he started to enjoy owning the place.
"Are you still trying to talk about this? Stop, and just trust me. " The Mayor would say. He look over to Goron and gave him a reassuring smile.
"Okay, but what about this?" Mato would say as he uncovered three glass containers.
"The things we took from those Pirates?" The Mayor turn back forward to look at himself in the mirror. He knew what Mato was talking about because that was the only thing he could be talking about.
"Yes, sir." Mato would say quickly.
"Just leave it here. The Man should arrive to pick it up before I leave. Before they just wanted supplies. But, now that he has awaken things have changed. These damn fruits are the craze now." Who the Mayor was speaking about was Garuda. The other Skypiean that was with Mato and Goron when they gambled with Calico. "But before he arrives let us drink! The debate means nothing at all with the winner already being decided. Right Goron? Your Men are ready to take care of everything right?"
"Y-yeah. Everything should be fine. I have five guys downstairs now, they will head out a hour before us to take care of....her. I'll send my best Man down there though to make sure they aren't messing around. "
"GAH!"
Slowly he'd pull his black blade from the back of a Winged man. This was the first time he has killed anyone of this race. Mink, Fishmen, Dwarf, and Human were the only races he has slain up to his point. The majority those were human and following that was fishmen. He was those deranged type that liked killing he was honestly indifferent about it. He killed people and people have tried to kill him. That was a part of his life so much during his time as a pirate it was as natural as taking a piss.
He was in the lobby of the Mayor's office. It was a three story building. From the interior you could say it was extremely high end. It had all the fixins and had a sweat aroma. Calico compared this place to a fancy cake. He didn't kill anyone tough the five guys he took out weren't anything but glorified normal folk. Their combat capabilities were lacking and were just around to look menacing. Calico didn't assume all the guards/security would be like this. They though were caught off guard. Calico coming in here how he did allowed him to take care of them without taking too much of his time.
He'd check out whatever the thing was called that told you what was on what floor. He should've known but it told him that the Mayor's office was on the third floor. He thought about how he was going to get up there and decided to go with the staircase. Quickly to not waste anymore time he would rush over to the stairs. His attacks earlier were covered in so much killing intent and blood lust those within it were almost petrified.
He'd skip steps at times but always made sure to not slip and lose his balance. Shusui rested within its sheath that was at the side of Calico. The Blade was a disgusting one to speak bluntly.
"Shusui calm down.....your bloodlust is more than mine right now." Calico would say out loud. Even though he thought he was thinking this in his head. As he moved his eyes kept looking forward. As he scaled the steps he'd see someone coming down. From his attire it was the same as the others from before. But unlike them he felt this guy was different. And after a quick look over he'd see this Man had a hat. A White Beret.
12:15pm
Train to Angel Island "I honestly don't remember that one."
"Is it okay if I tell it? It'll calm me down." Anne would see her friend nob her head in understandment. With that she'd speak about. " Okee was the evil counterpart of
God. 12:16pm
Angel Island-Mayor's Mansion - Staircase Iaidō was the cornerstone within Calico's headhunting style. This style of drawing was quick and effective. In the past he modeled how he did this after Issho, when he shouldn't have. As Issho used Iaidō against those unbelievable weaker than him. And never really showcased the true potential of the ability. Shoda, Issho's Brother, on the other hand focused more on it. And during Calico's time with him, before he captured him, everything that man knew was passed down to Calico. Calico's Iaidō was, in his opinion, just the same as Shoda's at this point in his life. And would only grow stronger.
His grip on his blade was tight and firm. The distance they had between them was just a couple steps. With Calico running up them and expecting to see someone he was already ready to strike. But to do his move without having to stop he'd just push off of the stairs. In that time he was within the air he would lash out with his attack. It was a unexpected occurrence on the part of the White Beret. He was just thinking he was going to get some idiots not get into a fight.
- Skill:
Name: Art of Iaido
Description:Drawing his sword from its sheath using the principles of Iaido, The user's weapon attains max speed for a single slash before the hand used to steady the sheath quickly joins the other on the handle of the weapon and assist in executing one more slash whilst at max speed. This can only be down with a bladed weapon that can be drawn from a sheath.
Range: Length of Blade
Attribute: Speed & Agility: Tertiary
Rank: Novice
Theme: (Which Theme is this Skill using.)
Shusui had become a extension of himself. How he pulled the blade was smooth. He did this at a 55 degree angle. Shusui didn't listen and went deeper than Calico wanted, causing the course of the blade to stop prematurely. As Calico didn't put enough strength into his attack to cleave this Winged Man in two. That though did not mean his attack did not take care of it's target. It simply meant that Calico at this point in time was not truly keeping his blade in check. The edge would kiss the chest of the Winged Man. It sunk its teeth deeply into the center of his pec. The drag caused the blade to traverse through the Man's breast-bone, specifically the manubrium, and the lower half of the Man's throat. Clothing, Skin, Muscle, and Bone were the things cleaning separated.
His actions were quick and his blade was resheathed seconds after his attack was unleashed. He'd land back on the staircase after the attack. When he would land he'd move around the Winged Man before he fell. That was the only person he'd run into before getting to the third floor. It was strange that this was the amount of security that the Mayor had. It was laughable and sad. Calico had this in his mind and began to develop a bad feeling about all of this. But this train was nearing its stop so jumping off prematurally wouldn't make sense. It just be throwing away everything that was done up to this point.
He'd make it to the door that lead into the Mayor's office. He'd take in a deep breath through his nostrils and then exhale from his mouth. He'd kick in the door. And the only person he'd see was the Mayor.
"Underdress and barbaric. And they ran from you, have mercy on their souls. You are also just a Baby." The Mayor would say as he sat at the edge of his desk. He looked Calico up and down when he had barged in. Shorts that didn't go past his ankles, a old(hawaiian) collar shirt with no shoes were unsightly. Even the small backpack he had seemed old and dingy. As a Man that loved excellence he couldn't stand by Calico's fashion statement. And the blood on him didn't help either. Calico also didn't seem properly groomed either. His chest hair and unkempt hair on the top of his head was disgusting in the Mayor's eyes. Behind the Mayor were those three glass containers. The large chubby Man sat in front of them so Calico couldn't see what they were.
"You said they ran? Who ran?" Calico would ask. As he didn't think guards would just leave their Mayor like this. As the chubby winged man didn't seem like the fighting type. From his attire he was more of the flamboyant pussy boy. In Calico's eyes.
"Doesn't matter. So are you going to go through with it?" The Mayor had a glass of something next to him. He'd pick it up and sip from it as he looked at Calico. It was as if he knew Calico was coming here. Like he allowed this place to be so easily accessible.
"huh?"
The Mayor would pull a shell from his suit pants. And press the side of it. There would be the sound of a click first and then Calico's voice would begin to come from the device.
"I got it. I'll lose this game...and just get this place either closed down. Or blow it up. Then I can kill the mayor...maybe killing is too much. Actually naahh I'll kill him."
Calico was dumb founded as he didn't understand how they could've gotten him to say that. He thought he said that in his head.
"You bastards can read minds? And put them in shells....What. The. Fuck. That is super futuristic. Even more advanced than what we got on the Blue Sea. " Calico still was failing to realize that he said that out loud. Even at this moment he didn't know that at times he said what he was thinking. He said more things than what was recorded. But they only recorded at a certain point.