NEWS
The sights and sounds of Baltigo were unlike any other, all forms of vices could be found anywhere you look, sex, drugs, slaves, and everything in between. Each district specializing in a different form of debauchery. The Niil district however, was unlike the others, a lawless collection of slums with no leader to control them. After the events of Cactus Island, Bazil and co were brought here with Jackal in his new found airship. Since that time, the groups have split and the Skuttlebutt was returned to the water, the damage from being hoisted into the airship still present, the mast snapped in two. However, the damage done to Bazil’s ego was far worse, having been drunk since the incident. Unhappy with how events unfolded on the island.
“Young Lord!” Yasuke shouted, his voice echoing in the dark room that Bazil was held up in. Bottles scattered all over the floor. “We need to fix the ship like Sir Jackal said!”
“*hic*….fuckin Ears…*hic*” Bazil murmured, “Since.. w-when did that…*hic*.. little shit become yer captain..” He snapped, throwing the empty bottle in his hand at the wall, the glass shards shattering everywhere.
“Bwhahahaha! Sir Jackal is your close friend and a trusted ally!” Yasuke bellowed out, “We should heed his words, otherwise, we are stuck here on Baltigo!” Though his were words true and Bazil understood that, he hated the idea of following someone else’s orders, even someone as close as Ears was to him. The pirate stood up and dethatched his signature spotted duck cloak, the feathered cape dropping to the pile of gold, Bazil used as a throne. “Young Lord?” Yasuke questioned as his captain stumbled past him.
“*hic*… I-Im going out…” The pirate slurred, as he stumbled through he door and out onto the deck, the sunlight frying his corneas due to the light change, this coupled with his drunken stupor caused Bazil to trip and fall down the plank. Rolling head over heels and smacking his head onto the wooden dock.
“Young Lord!” Yasuke yelled, running after his captain, “Are you alright?!” The massive samurai’s concerned tone was obvious, running to Bazil’s aid.
“G-get….get off me!.. *Hic*” Bazil yelled, shoving off the samurai, “*hic* Im..Fucking….*Hic*… leaving… take care of the ship…” He finished, stumbling to his feet and down the docks. Leaving Yasuke standing by himself at the base of the ships plank.
“Ye Lord, I hath something for thou!” Ezekiel yelled from the deck of the ship, tossing down a black sweatshirt to the pirate, “Thou needs something to clothe thyself in!” as the shirt floated down, it landed on Bazils head. In his drunken stupor the pirate struggled to put it on, getting tangled in the shirt, causing him to fall down once again and roll off of the rock and into the water. His intoxicated state along with his devil fruit curse caused him to sink right away. Before Yasuke or Ezekiel could react, a dock hand dove into the water and rescued the pirate, swimming him back up to the surface as quickly as he had sunk.
“Geez, you young whipped snappers can’t even swim these days!” The elderly man laughed, his body was toned and tanned from years on the docks. He drug the pirate up onto the dock and patted him on the back, “There, there, this old man’s got ha.’’ His mustache bounced with every word he spoke, Bazil coughing up the water he had ingested as he drowned. “You kid’s these days rally ain’t good for much are ya?! Wahahahaha!” The man joked as he stood up to greet the samurai who had rushed over to his captain’s aid. “This tikes belong to you-…’’ He asked, his words being capped off with a gunshot that echoed across the docks, providing a punctuation for the mans sentence. Blood splattered onto Yasuke who shad stood directly in front of the once lively elderly man. His body dropped to wooden dock and rolled into the ocean, leaving Bazil standing behind him, his arm outstretched and his fingers in the shape of a gun, his pointer finger taking the form of a smoking barrel. The action caused some of th dock workers nearby to look, some running and others just continued there work as normal, pretending not to have seen anything. This was life in the lawless district, deaths happened all the time for little reason, people were just glad it wasn’t them.
The pirate’s face wore no devilish grin, only a scowl. “I don’t fuckin belong to anybody.” He mumbled as he lowered his arm, “Take care of the fuckin ship…” the pirate muttered as he turned towards the city, leaving Yasuke behind to clean up his mess once again.
“Young Lord….” Yasuke mumbled, his eyes averting from his captain to the lifeless corpse that was being carried out with the current. “Life isn’t so meaningless that you should take it on a whim.” He sighed, saying a prayer for the old dock hand with Bazil well out of earshot. The samurai looked up towards Ezekiel, “Hey jackass, stay with the ship, I’m gonna go find a shipwright.” He yelled, walking off in the same direction as his captain.
“I’m GoNnA gO FiNd a ShIPwRigHt….meh meh meh.. I think I’m so great, I’m Yasuke..” Ezekiel mocked in a high pitched voice, but low enough so the cook wouldn’t hear him. He sighed and planted his butt on the deck of the ship, “Finally alone.” The prophet stretched out on the deck and laid his head back, looking up at the sky.
Bazil | Niil District
The Red Devil stumbled through the slums, poverty could be seen everywhere you looked. Those without homes shacked up on the streets, covered in booze and piss, empty viles and bottles littered the ground. Much like the pirate’s own room currently, this was the same kind of place he grew up in. Those without beli or status cast off out of the public eye, herded together like cattle so they were easier to maintain. As he sobered up, the pirate became more aware of the fact that he needed another fuckin drink and quick, looking up a bright neon sign caught his attention. Around here they weren’t as popular as the other districts, making the sign stand out even more. Bazil stumbled through the doorway, greeted by a dark and dreary bar, the patrons spending what little money they had on hooch to drown away their sorrows. Each one with their own sob story of how they came to be a guest in such a lowlife bar, a few of their eyes glanced up at the red head as he stumbled in off the streets. His clothes were wet and sticking to his body, like he had just gotten out of a rainstorm. The pirate made his way to the bar and tapped his index finger on the counter three times, the barkeep continued about his business and ignored the unfamiliar face. Three more times the pirate would tap on the counter, again, the barkeep would ignore the man he had never seen before. Until a man at the end of the bar would speak up, his eyes darting back and forth between a newspaper in his hands. His face went white with fear, comparing the man that stood at the other end of the bar with the wanted poster plastered on the page.
“..Th-that’s…That’s the Red D-..devil….” He muttered, his words gripped by fear, preventing the volume of his words being heard by those around him. In seconds the man out down the paper and ran out of the bar, the other patrons not having heard his revelation all looked on in confusion as the man ran like he feared for his life.
Bazil ignored the man’s fight or flight reaction and simply tapped his finger three more times, finally earning the bar keeps attention. “What’dya want?” The large bald man snapped, tossing his towel over his left shoulder.
“Whiskey.” Bazil replied, “Leave the bottle.” The barkeep uncorked a new bottle and plopped it on the counter, giving the pirate a dirty look before walking away. Bazil snatched the whiskey off the counter and made his way to a table alone in the back of the bar, grabbing the newspaper that the man had left on the counter previously. He sat down and threw back the bottle, the liquor sliding down his throat, it burned as it went down, the cheap stuff was never smooth. His eyes locked onto the paper, News Coo, was printed in bold letters at the top. The first section was dedicated to something new, a new initiative the marines invented, The Shichibukai, sanctioned pirates who would serve as the marines spear in the war on pirates. “Government dogs…” He muttered, guzzling down another hefty swig of whiskey before turning the page, not even bothering to look into further detail about the warlords. The next page caught his attention though, The Worst Generation read in big letters, underneath were the bounty posters of several pirates, including himself, Ears, and that bastard Soju. His hand tightened around the glass bottle, several cracks spider webbed across it, his teeth began to grit, “That red headed fuck..and Ears…” Bazil grumbled, clearly unhappy with his bounty being dwarfed by those two, feeling that he had been out done yet again.
Suddenly, a large man ripped the newspaper out of the pirate’s hand, he was around the same height as Bazil, but seemed to have alittle more mass. He wore an open blazer with fur on the cuffs and a pair of blue ripped jeans, with black boots. “Your one of them Supernova shits, aint’cha?!” He smiled, his golden grill catching the little bit of light in the room. “Yeah, yer that Bazil Shits arent’cha?!” The man answered his own question before the pirate could even respond, inching closer and closer to the pirate with every word. “Names Cap’n Blue Joe, most dangerous man around0 I’m sponsored by the great Ursa himself!” Joe boasted to the bar, his voice growing louder, catching the attention of the rest of the patrons.
“I like that jacket.” Bazil said, eyeing up the man’s blazer, “Do me a favor, huh?” He grinned, slamming the rest of the liquor back before giving ole Blue Joe a devilish smile. The Cap’n looked at the pirate confused, unsure of what he was getting at by complimenting his jacket, before he could respond though, a gunshot rung through the bar and blood started leaking from the man’s abdomen. Blue Joe looked down at his hand that gripped the wound as it became a crimson shade. Bazil stood up, his smoking barrel of a cock stuck out from his pants, he grabbed the mans face with his left hand and a blade shot out from his palm and pierced the mans head with just the tip exiting out the back, minimizing the amount of blood that would stain the jacket. Using his right hand, the pirate peeled off the man’s blazer and tossed it on the table. Next he’d release he grip and sheathe the blade by returning his hand to normal, Bazil took off the mans bloodied pants and tossed them on the chair he was previously sitting in before stripping off his own clothes, standing nude in front of the remaining patrons and barkeep.
“H-..hey! you can’t do that shit in here! You need to get da fuck out now!” The barkeep shouted, moving for a run he kept underneath counter, however Bazil opened as the man did so, his tongue took the form of a flamethrower nozzle and the Red Devil literally spit that super hot fire at the barkeep. Engulfing the counter and those around it in the hellfire, those caught in the flams desperately tried to put them out, to no avail. Those at the front of the bar managed to escape out into the streets, but screaming for help in the lawless area that is the Niil District would do little for them. Inside the burning building, Bazil got casually got dressed as the flames raged around him. He’d walk over to the barkeeps flaming corpse and fire off nine rounds into the mans scorched body before leaving the building. The supports collapsing as the pirate made his way out into the street.
Bazil dusted off his new blazer and popped the collar, his eyes darted towards a small child that stood across the street. The young boy’s eyes affiliated to the carnage that had unfolded and the roaring flames that still burned, the pirate approached the child with a devilish grin and kneeled down to the child’s height. He’d look the young boy directly in the eyes and place his index finger in between the child’s eyes, Baz’s hand taking the shape of a finger gun. “Bang!” He yelled, pretending to fire his hand like a gun before standing back up as the child ran off in fear while the pirate’s sadistic laugh echoed down the street.
Warehouse | Ursa’s mercs
“Yoo!” The man shouted, “This new cannon Isaiah gave is the shit!” He followed up as he swung a handheld cannon around, aiming at a target once more and launching another shot. “Its light enough for one person to carry and strong enough to take out a fuckin ship!”
“Yeah, with this the marines aint got a shot.” His partner smirked, walking over to the now obliterated target and scoping out the damage that had been done. “We are gonna give even those Germa boys a run for their money!”
“You guys should be careful..” A woman mumbled as she stepped out of the shadows, she was tall with dark skin and long braided black hair. All of her limbs resembled some sort of tech, almost more machine than human, everything aside from her large breasts and buttocks that is. “While my brother designed a powerful weapon, it isn’t without its drawbacks as it’s only a prototype. Not only are they hard to reload by yourself, the ammo is extremely flammable and could easily explode in your hands given the right push.” She warned. “Also, it goes without saying, but for your sakes I will say it anyway, don’t lose these….”
“Ahh c’mon Izzy! There aint much worry bout that when you can annihilate someone from fifty meters away with a cannon to the face, plus, what are they gonna do when five or six guys come at with this baby!” The first man retorted, his confidence gaining a boost from handling such a weapon.
“Sounds like somone is over compensating for their own lack of artillery..” Izzy snickered, insinuating that the man had a small dick, causing his face to go red in embarrassment, trying desperately to think of a good comeback, though nothing came to mind quick enough. “Well, enough of this, I must get going, Isaiah will want his payment sooner than later. Give my best to the bear.” She finished, picking up a large metal suitcase and waved over her shoulder as she walked out of the back of the building. Though, as she went to turn the corner into the alley ways, a man jumped out from the shadows and held a knife to her throat, his eyes were glazed over and bloodshot, his body was shaking and fidgeting, clear signs of a withdraw. It was an extremely unlucky day for the junkie, Izzy was not one to show mercy and she was one of the 3rd Kindpins most trusted, in seconds her right arm began making whirring noises and a blade shot out from her palm, piercing the man’s throat. The body hit the floor when she pulled out and she continued on her way, smirking at the man as he desperately grasped for his bleeding neck.
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Drunk and half-cocked, Bazil stumbled down the dark streets of the Niil district, flickering lights lit the way with a loud humming sound emitting from them. His feet splashed in the puddles from a recent downpour as he did his best to walk in a straight line. Every couple feet, he would throw back a swig from a flask he had found in his newly acquired jacket pocket, each sip causing his steps to become more erratic. The pirate would let out a loud burp, laughing at himself after he had released the gas from his stomach, then suddenly, a loud boom echoed through the dark alleys of the distrcit. Rattling the nearby windows as if they were going to shatter from the decibel level alone, grabbing Bazil’s attention. The young pirate scanned his surroundings, doing his best to determine where the sound had originated from. He cut through a nearby alley, navigating the maze like pathways the best he could in his condition until he came to a large warehouse situated between the nearby buildings. Lights could be seen peering through the small cracks in the walls and shadows danced in the upper level windows. This piqued the Red Devil’s attention and since he had nothing better to do with his time, he stumbled ever closer to an unknown situation. About ten meters from the warehouse, he stepped in what he thought was another rain puddle, until he tripped over a bled out corpse on the ground, sending Bazil crashing to the ground face first. Scrambling back to his feet, his head acted like it was on a swivel, ensuring nobody saw his blunder. He stumbled to the front door, it was large, being able to fit a small ship through it if need be. With a low chuckle, the pirate raised up his left hand in the form of a bazooka, launching a rocket straight at the door and blowing it off the hinges and into the building. The pirate followed and stepped through the dissipating smoke, throwing up both hands and brandishing his signature devilish smile, he’d yell. “BAZIL MOTHERFUCKIN...*hic*..STYX IS IN THE HOUSE!!” His actions having garnered the attention of the guards inside, three bodies laid at his feet, having been the former doorman, they were caught in the pirate’s initial entrance and received the brunt of the explosion and had gotten smacked with the shrapnel from the door. He was met with around ten guards still alive, though they were taken off guard, the men surrounded the pirate quickly, most having weapons that were nothing to make note of. However, one man had what resembled a hand held cannon in his grasp, which the pirate quickly took note. “Weeeeew, that’s..*hic*… pretty fuckin interstin! Whatcha got there..*hic*… pal!?” The pirate stuttered drunkenly as he strained to make out what the man had, squinting and using his right hand as a cover to block the light from his eyes.
“THIS FUCKIN THING IS GONNA BLOW YER HEAD OFF!” The man shouted, pulling the trigger to the cannon, *click*…. No cannon shot out, the entire room stared at the man blankly as they all had expected something to happen. “Wha….what the fuck….” He stammered, remembering the practice shots he had fired off previously, the gun only being able to hold two rounds at a single time. He slowly began to step back, waving to the other guards to get in between himself and the drunken pirate that had busted through their doors. He scrambled back to the case that was a few meters behind and attempted to hastily load another shot into the barrel. In the meantime, the nine other guards held their ground between the pirate and their friend, waiting for the man to make a move.
“Tch… Gotta say, I was expecting..*hic* alittle fucking more” Bazil said disappointedly, “Lemme show you how its supposed to fucking work..” Raising his right hand, it took the form of a cannon, fear fell on the faces of the grunts that surrounded him, realizing that this man was cursed by the fruit of the devil. The warhead lived up to his name and fired his own cannonball at the man near the case of ammo, making contact and taking out around four of the grunts at the same time. As soon as the shot made contact with the case, it set off a chain reaction, blowing away the main in front and catching the cases next to it, destroying not only the guards, but the prototype weapons and the entire warehouse, in a mass explosion.
Seconds before the explosion his Bazil, he let out a loud belch, accompanying it with a phrase, “Fuckin Awesome…” he managed to say before being caught up in the explosion, smiling at the damage that was being done. As the smoke cleared, pieces of the grunts that were close to ground zero of the explosion were everywhere, chunks of metal were littered across the ground, and Bazil, still intact but not without his bumps, burns, and bruises laid passed out from a combination of his drunken stupor and the explosion he was just involved in. A smile on his face and a rock hard cock in his pants, he was one happy devil at the moment.
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“Young Lord!” Yasuke shouted, his voice echoing in the dark room that Bazil was held up in. Bottles scattered all over the floor. “We need to fix the ship like Sir Jackal said!”
“*hic*….fuckin Ears…*hic*” Bazil murmured, “Since.. w-when did that…*hic*.. little shit become yer captain..” He snapped, throwing the empty bottle in his hand at the wall, the glass shards shattering everywhere.
“Bwhahahaha! Sir Jackal is your close friend and a trusted ally!” Yasuke bellowed out, “We should heed his words, otherwise, we are stuck here on Baltigo!” Though his were words true and Bazil understood that, he hated the idea of following someone else’s orders, even someone as close as Ears was to him. The pirate stood up and dethatched his signature spotted duck cloak, the feathered cape dropping to the pile of gold, Bazil used as a throne. “Young Lord?” Yasuke questioned as his captain stumbled past him.
“*hic*… I-Im going out…” The pirate slurred, as he stumbled through he door and out onto the deck, the sunlight frying his corneas due to the light change, this coupled with his drunken stupor caused Bazil to trip and fall down the plank. Rolling head over heels and smacking his head onto the wooden dock.
“Young Lord!” Yasuke yelled, running after his captain, “Are you alright?!” The massive samurai’s concerned tone was obvious, running to Bazil’s aid.
“G-get….get off me!.. *Hic*” Bazil yelled, shoving off the samurai, “*hic* Im..Fucking….*Hic*… leaving… take care of the ship…” He finished, stumbling to his feet and down the docks. Leaving Yasuke standing by himself at the base of the ships plank.
“Ye Lord, I hath something for thou!” Ezekiel yelled from the deck of the ship, tossing down a black sweatshirt to the pirate, “Thou needs something to clothe thyself in!” as the shirt floated down, it landed on Bazils head. In his drunken stupor the pirate struggled to put it on, getting tangled in the shirt, causing him to fall down once again and roll off of the rock and into the water. His intoxicated state along with his devil fruit curse caused him to sink right away. Before Yasuke or Ezekiel could react, a dock hand dove into the water and rescued the pirate, swimming him back up to the surface as quickly as he had sunk.
“Geez, you young whipped snappers can’t even swim these days!” The elderly man laughed, his body was toned and tanned from years on the docks. He drug the pirate up onto the dock and patted him on the back, “There, there, this old man’s got ha.’’ His mustache bounced with every word he spoke, Bazil coughing up the water he had ingested as he drowned. “You kid’s these days rally ain’t good for much are ya?! Wahahahaha!” The man joked as he stood up to greet the samurai who had rushed over to his captain’s aid. “This tikes belong to you-…’’ He asked, his words being capped off with a gunshot that echoed across the docks, providing a punctuation for the mans sentence. Blood splattered onto Yasuke who shad stood directly in front of the once lively elderly man. His body dropped to wooden dock and rolled into the ocean, leaving Bazil standing behind him, his arm outstretched and his fingers in the shape of a gun, his pointer finger taking the form of a smoking barrel. The action caused some of th dock workers nearby to look, some running and others just continued there work as normal, pretending not to have seen anything. This was life in the lawless district, deaths happened all the time for little reason, people were just glad it wasn’t them.
The pirate’s face wore no devilish grin, only a scowl. “I don’t fuckin belong to anybody.” He mumbled as he lowered his arm, “Take care of the fuckin ship…” the pirate muttered as he turned towards the city, leaving Yasuke behind to clean up his mess once again.
“Young Lord….” Yasuke mumbled, his eyes averting from his captain to the lifeless corpse that was being carried out with the current. “Life isn’t so meaningless that you should take it on a whim.” He sighed, saying a prayer for the old dock hand with Bazil well out of earshot. The samurai looked up towards Ezekiel, “Hey jackass, stay with the ship, I’m gonna go find a shipwright.” He yelled, walking off in the same direction as his captain.
“I’m GoNnA gO FiNd a ShIPwRigHt….meh meh meh.. I think I’m so great, I’m Yasuke..” Ezekiel mocked in a high pitched voice, but low enough so the cook wouldn’t hear him. He sighed and planted his butt on the deck of the ship, “Finally alone.” The prophet stretched out on the deck and laid his head back, looking up at the sky.
Bazil | Niil District
The Red Devil stumbled through the slums, poverty could be seen everywhere you looked. Those without homes shacked up on the streets, covered in booze and piss, empty viles and bottles littered the ground. Much like the pirate’s own room currently, this was the same kind of place he grew up in. Those without beli or status cast off out of the public eye, herded together like cattle so they were easier to maintain. As he sobered up, the pirate became more aware of the fact that he needed another fuckin drink and quick, looking up a bright neon sign caught his attention. Around here they weren’t as popular as the other districts, making the sign stand out even more. Bazil stumbled through the doorway, greeted by a dark and dreary bar, the patrons spending what little money they had on hooch to drown away their sorrows. Each one with their own sob story of how they came to be a guest in such a lowlife bar, a few of their eyes glanced up at the red head as he stumbled in off the streets. His clothes were wet and sticking to his body, like he had just gotten out of a rainstorm. The pirate made his way to the bar and tapped his index finger on the counter three times, the barkeep continued about his business and ignored the unfamiliar face. Three more times the pirate would tap on the counter, again, the barkeep would ignore the man he had never seen before. Until a man at the end of the bar would speak up, his eyes darting back and forth between a newspaper in his hands. His face went white with fear, comparing the man that stood at the other end of the bar with the wanted poster plastered on the page.
“..Th-that’s…That’s the Red D-..devil….” He muttered, his words gripped by fear, preventing the volume of his words being heard by those around him. In seconds the man out down the paper and ran out of the bar, the other patrons not having heard his revelation all looked on in confusion as the man ran like he feared for his life.
Bazil ignored the man’s fight or flight reaction and simply tapped his finger three more times, finally earning the bar keeps attention. “What’dya want?” The large bald man snapped, tossing his towel over his left shoulder.
“Whiskey.” Bazil replied, “Leave the bottle.” The barkeep uncorked a new bottle and plopped it on the counter, giving the pirate a dirty look before walking away. Bazil snatched the whiskey off the counter and made his way to a table alone in the back of the bar, grabbing the newspaper that the man had left on the counter previously. He sat down and threw back the bottle, the liquor sliding down his throat, it burned as it went down, the cheap stuff was never smooth. His eyes locked onto the paper, News Coo, was printed in bold letters at the top. The first section was dedicated to something new, a new initiative the marines invented, The Shichibukai, sanctioned pirates who would serve as the marines spear in the war on pirates. “Government dogs…” He muttered, guzzling down another hefty swig of whiskey before turning the page, not even bothering to look into further detail about the warlords. The next page caught his attention though, The Worst Generation read in big letters, underneath were the bounty posters of several pirates, including himself, Ears, and that bastard Soju. His hand tightened around the glass bottle, several cracks spider webbed across it, his teeth began to grit, “That red headed fuck..and Ears…” Bazil grumbled, clearly unhappy with his bounty being dwarfed by those two, feeling that he had been out done yet again.
Suddenly, a large man ripped the newspaper out of the pirate’s hand, he was around the same height as Bazil, but seemed to have alittle more mass. He wore an open blazer with fur on the cuffs and a pair of blue ripped jeans, with black boots. “Your one of them Supernova shits, aint’cha?!” He smiled, his golden grill catching the little bit of light in the room. “Yeah, yer that Bazil Shits arent’cha?!” The man answered his own question before the pirate could even respond, inching closer and closer to the pirate with every word. “Names Cap’n Blue Joe, most dangerous man around0 I’m sponsored by the great Ursa himself!” Joe boasted to the bar, his voice growing louder, catching the attention of the rest of the patrons.
“I like that jacket.” Bazil said, eyeing up the man’s blazer, “Do me a favor, huh?” He grinned, slamming the rest of the liquor back before giving ole Blue Joe a devilish smile. The Cap’n looked at the pirate confused, unsure of what he was getting at by complimenting his jacket, before he could respond though, a gunshot rung through the bar and blood started leaking from the man’s abdomen. Blue Joe looked down at his hand that gripped the wound as it became a crimson shade. Bazil stood up, his smoking barrel of a cock stuck out from his pants, he grabbed the mans face with his left hand and a blade shot out from his palm and pierced the mans head with just the tip exiting out the back, minimizing the amount of blood that would stain the jacket. Using his right hand, the pirate peeled off the man’s blazer and tossed it on the table. Next he’d release he grip and sheathe the blade by returning his hand to normal, Bazil took off the mans bloodied pants and tossed them on the chair he was previously sitting in before stripping off his own clothes, standing nude in front of the remaining patrons and barkeep.
“H-..hey! you can’t do that shit in here! You need to get da fuck out now!” The barkeep shouted, moving for a run he kept underneath counter, however Bazil opened as the man did so, his tongue took the form of a flamethrower nozzle and the Red Devil literally spit that super hot fire at the barkeep. Engulfing the counter and those around it in the hellfire, those caught in the flams desperately tried to put them out, to no avail. Those at the front of the bar managed to escape out into the streets, but screaming for help in the lawless area that is the Niil District would do little for them. Inside the burning building, Bazil got casually got dressed as the flames raged around him. He’d walk over to the barkeeps flaming corpse and fire off nine rounds into the mans scorched body before leaving the building. The supports collapsing as the pirate made his way out into the street.
Bazil dusted off his new blazer and popped the collar, his eyes darted towards a small child that stood across the street. The young boy’s eyes affiliated to the carnage that had unfolded and the roaring flames that still burned, the pirate approached the child with a devilish grin and kneeled down to the child’s height. He’d look the young boy directly in the eyes and place his index finger in between the child’s eyes, Baz’s hand taking the shape of a finger gun. “Bang!” He yelled, pretending to fire his hand like a gun before standing back up as the child ran off in fear while the pirate’s sadistic laugh echoed down the street.
Warehouse | Ursa’s mercs
“Yoo!” The man shouted, “This new cannon Isaiah gave is the shit!” He followed up as he swung a handheld cannon around, aiming at a target once more and launching another shot. “Its light enough for one person to carry and strong enough to take out a fuckin ship!”
“Yeah, with this the marines aint got a shot.” His partner smirked, walking over to the now obliterated target and scoping out the damage that had been done. “We are gonna give even those Germa boys a run for their money!”
“You guys should be careful..” A woman mumbled as she stepped out of the shadows, she was tall with dark skin and long braided black hair. All of her limbs resembled some sort of tech, almost more machine than human, everything aside from her large breasts and buttocks that is. “While my brother designed a powerful weapon, it isn’t without its drawbacks as it’s only a prototype. Not only are they hard to reload by yourself, the ammo is extremely flammable and could easily explode in your hands given the right push.” She warned. “Also, it goes without saying, but for your sakes I will say it anyway, don’t lose these….”
“Ahh c’mon Izzy! There aint much worry bout that when you can annihilate someone from fifty meters away with a cannon to the face, plus, what are they gonna do when five or six guys come at with this baby!” The first man retorted, his confidence gaining a boost from handling such a weapon.
“Sounds like somone is over compensating for their own lack of artillery..” Izzy snickered, insinuating that the man had a small dick, causing his face to go red in embarrassment, trying desperately to think of a good comeback, though nothing came to mind quick enough. “Well, enough of this, I must get going, Isaiah will want his payment sooner than later. Give my best to the bear.” She finished, picking up a large metal suitcase and waved over her shoulder as she walked out of the back of the building. Though, as she went to turn the corner into the alley ways, a man jumped out from the shadows and held a knife to her throat, his eyes were glazed over and bloodshot, his body was shaking and fidgeting, clear signs of a withdraw. It was an extremely unlucky day for the junkie, Izzy was not one to show mercy and she was one of the 3rd Kindpins most trusted, in seconds her right arm began making whirring noises and a blade shot out from her palm, piercing the man’s throat. The body hit the floor when she pulled out and she continued on her way, smirking at the man as he desperately grasped for his bleeding neck.
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Drunk and half-cocked, Bazil stumbled down the dark streets of the Niil district, flickering lights lit the way with a loud humming sound emitting from them. His feet splashed in the puddles from a recent downpour as he did his best to walk in a straight line. Every couple feet, he would throw back a swig from a flask he had found in his newly acquired jacket pocket, each sip causing his steps to become more erratic. The pirate would let out a loud burp, laughing at himself after he had released the gas from his stomach, then suddenly, a loud boom echoed through the dark alleys of the distrcit. Rattling the nearby windows as if they were going to shatter from the decibel level alone, grabbing Bazil’s attention. The young pirate scanned his surroundings, doing his best to determine where the sound had originated from. He cut through a nearby alley, navigating the maze like pathways the best he could in his condition until he came to a large warehouse situated between the nearby buildings. Lights could be seen peering through the small cracks in the walls and shadows danced in the upper level windows. This piqued the Red Devil’s attention and since he had nothing better to do with his time, he stumbled ever closer to an unknown situation. About ten meters from the warehouse, he stepped in what he thought was another rain puddle, until he tripped over a bled out corpse on the ground, sending Bazil crashing to the ground face first. Scrambling back to his feet, his head acted like it was on a swivel, ensuring nobody saw his blunder. He stumbled to the front door, it was large, being able to fit a small ship through it if need be. With a low chuckle, the pirate raised up his left hand in the form of a bazooka, launching a rocket straight at the door and blowing it off the hinges and into the building. The pirate followed and stepped through the dissipating smoke, throwing up both hands and brandishing his signature devilish smile, he’d yell. “BAZIL MOTHERFUCKIN...*hic*..STYX IS IN THE HOUSE!!” His actions having garnered the attention of the guards inside, three bodies laid at his feet, having been the former doorman, they were caught in the pirate’s initial entrance and received the brunt of the explosion and had gotten smacked with the shrapnel from the door. He was met with around ten guards still alive, though they were taken off guard, the men surrounded the pirate quickly, most having weapons that were nothing to make note of. However, one man had what resembled a hand held cannon in his grasp, which the pirate quickly took note. “Weeeeew, that’s..*hic*… pretty fuckin interstin! Whatcha got there..*hic*… pal!?” The pirate stuttered drunkenly as he strained to make out what the man had, squinting and using his right hand as a cover to block the light from his eyes.
“THIS FUCKIN THING IS GONNA BLOW YER HEAD OFF!” The man shouted, pulling the trigger to the cannon, *click*…. No cannon shot out, the entire room stared at the man blankly as they all had expected something to happen. “Wha….what the fuck….” He stammered, remembering the practice shots he had fired off previously, the gun only being able to hold two rounds at a single time. He slowly began to step back, waving to the other guards to get in between himself and the drunken pirate that had busted through their doors. He scrambled back to the case that was a few meters behind and attempted to hastily load another shot into the barrel. In the meantime, the nine other guards held their ground between the pirate and their friend, waiting for the man to make a move.
“Tch… Gotta say, I was expecting..*hic* alittle fucking more” Bazil said disappointedly, “Lemme show you how its supposed to fucking work..” Raising his right hand, it took the form of a cannon, fear fell on the faces of the grunts that surrounded him, realizing that this man was cursed by the fruit of the devil. The warhead lived up to his name and fired his own cannonball at the man near the case of ammo, making contact and taking out around four of the grunts at the same time. As soon as the shot made contact with the case, it set off a chain reaction, blowing away the main in front and catching the cases next to it, destroying not only the guards, but the prototype weapons and the entire warehouse, in a mass explosion.
Seconds before the explosion his Bazil, he let out a loud belch, accompanying it with a phrase, “Fuckin Awesome…” he managed to say before being caught up in the explosion, smiling at the damage that was being done. As the smoke cleared, pieces of the grunts that were close to ground zero of the explosion were everywhere, chunks of metal were littered across the ground, and Bazil, still intact but not without his bumps, burns, and bruises laid passed out from a combination of his drunken stupor and the explosion he was just involved in. A smile on his face and a rock hard cock in his pants, he was one happy devil at the moment.
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