It's the thrill in the end. In that moment when something stolen becomes mine or is it? That's the bliss I desire.

Jackal's Possessions wrote:

1 Baby Den Den
1 Den Den Mushi
Steampunk Goggles.

This was the first time in his whole life that Jackal dreaded his keen sense of hearing. As he'd walk through the streets of the second district, the glaring neon signs would send his sight fuzzy, causing the Mink to place his trusty googles over his eyes. Why would Jackal dread his hearing you ask? Well, the sounds of the adult Lesser Minks' screaming out in ecstasy made the Mink immensely uncomfortable. Though logical in mind, Jackal knew that adult Lesser Mink's often procreated, much like Minks did, or even more, but in this section of Baltigo, that seemed to be the cash-cow, literally from the sounds of it. His trusty polka dotted calico scarf wrapped around his animal ears, and the majority of his face, leaving only his goggles and mouth exposed. Honestly, in most other places, Jackal would've genuinely stood out as the weird one but with the constant deranged S&M theme that seemed to fuel this districts fanatics, oddly, the Bandit fit in perfectly. He'd only been within the district for about fifteen minutes tops now, and regardless of how much he'd try to change his route of walking, Jackal felt as though he was being followed. Nonetheless, the pirate made his way into a small open area in the centre of the town, which seemed to feature stalls operating as bars. Walking towards the nearest stall, Jackal hoisted himself atop a barstool and signalled to the bar tender, as the man drew closer, he'd prompt his order, with a slight grin on his face. "One Milk. Double Shot. Hold the ice." Jackal stated grinning.

It's the thrill in the end. In that moment when something stolen becomes mine or is it? That's the bliss I desire.

Jackal's Possessions wrote:

1 Baby Den Den
1 Den Den Mushi
Steampunk Goggles.

"Milk... This is a bar! Not a cafe! I have milk here for our milky alcoholic menu but... It's gonna cost you extra." the Bartender shouted flustered. "Shishishi... Charge me whatever you'd like. I don't mind." Jackal retorted grinning with his razor sharp canines at the forefront. Approaching from his left, a woman around 6ft' in height would sit at the bar with long flowing silver hair, hand firmly clutched around the hilt of her katana. It wasn't the presence that Jackal had been feeling form earlier, but without any social cues the woman positioned herself literally inches to his left at the adjacent barstool. Without much haste, the woman ordered rounds of tequila and with the lights being less harsh in this area, Jackal would adjust his goggles to rest firmly on his forehead. Sitting to the left of him was another man two stools down, reading the monthly News Coo. "The Worst Generation... That's one hell of a name!" the man exclaimed. As he'd fix the drinks, in between preparing the orders, the Bartender would chime in, delivering the woman's shots and Jackal's milk.

"Ah. Those Supernova's that've been kicking up a ruckus in Paradise. The most interesting of the lot are the Mink, Soju and that psychopath Bazil. I've been hearing gossip about their escapades across information houses in the city." the bartender commented. Jackal's ears couldn't help but pick up on the men's conversation, motioning to garner the old man's attention, "You mind' if I take a look at that?" Jackal inquired, sipping his milk gingerly afterwards. "Yeah I'm pretty much done with it now. Give it a gander." the patron responded, handing over the paper, though his attire being dressed in full black leather with a policeman hat made Jackal wonder if this was someone he should've been borrowing anything from. Within moments, Jackal's eyes locked onto the headlines, and his picture was sitting centrefold among the other major bounties. "280,000,000 Million...." Jackal thought to himself, as a slow sweat would start to drip down his temple. Reading aloud to himself as he scanned the paper, "Supernova... Warlord's... Simon and Mo... Looks like this incident is much bigger than I thought it was."

News Coo - Wanted Poster Information wrote: Aside from being the King of Bandits on Sandy Isle he has moved on to bigger thing. And is one of the few pirates involved in the destruction of Cactus Island. And after that act he also declared war against the World Government.  

"Heh. This newsperson needs to learn how to write properly. Their grammar is atrocious. Declared war against the World Government... I guess they're talking about my speech near the end." Jackal thought, being careful not whisper or murmur his inner thoughts out-loud. The Wing Devil - Meruem, Little Berserker - Gef, Koton “Kandy” Tera - Jurassic Queen were the other names of these Supernova's that Jackal wasn't familiar with. "Reading my name among this lot makes me think I'm actually a bad guy." Jackal murmured to himself. Concluding the contents of the paper; including the marines awarded for their merit on Sandy's segment, the situation on Jaya and the marines opening a new prison, Jackal knew that things we're going to be much more difficult to pull of in this climate. "What's yer opinion on it all Mr.Tail?" the patron inquired, pointing at the man's wagging appendage. "Shishishi... They must have real guts to declare war on the World Government." Jackal responded. "I know right!" the patron exclaimed, in a manner only a fanatic could, slapping his own leg and breaking out into laughter.  

It's the thrill in the end. In that moment when something stolen becomes mine or is it? That's the bliss I desire.

Jackal's Possessions wrote:

1 Baby Den Den
1 Den Den Mushi
Steampunk Goggles.

"Shishishi..." Jackal broke out into laughter, listening to the woman's response to the citizen's view on the Coo incidents. "I never thought it'd hear the day terror and fun would be used in the same sentence. I think the lady is right, however. There might be something special about this lot. As for if they're wrong or right... I don't get into the politics much of situations. Next round of drinks on me." Jackal said, shooting everyone at the table a grin. "What i'm truly interested in is picking up some company for the night. How would I go about something like that?" Jackal inquired. A silence hit the bar, as the bartender turned away to shine the glasses, while the patron broke into a cold sweat. "It's said in Baltigo... They're two types of visitors... Those who come for business and those who come for pleasure. In the second district, those things go hand and hand. Right now, we're currently in the heart of the second district, these bars are called 'Squatters Lane'. It's a free zone of 'trade' where onlookers and drinkers like myself who've lived in Baltigo for years just come out to have a casual drink." the patron said, swishing around the ice in his drinking glass, and the whiskey on the rocks melted them surely.

"They're a few other safe zones. Two more just like this on edges of town. They say... the more connected you are in the 2nd District... The more sicker sales you can get involved in. Live Shows... Slave and Master Play... The possibilities are endless. With that tail, I'm guessing your a Mink?" the patron inquired. "There's only all Mink Brothel house around here... It's called Sara's Palace. You should check it out." the patron concluded. Jackal clenched his right fist underneath the table, while his main hand stayed gripped around the glass of milk gingerly. A Mink Brothel House... from his command of the human's language, it'd be exactly as it sounded... this 'business' selling Mink services. "I have one last question." Jackal stated. The men weary of outsiders listened in anticipation of the Mink's question, "I noticed some workers willingly... participate... and others seem to be forced." Jackal stated. Appearing form literally out of no where, Jackal's eyes widened as the entity that'd been following him early, had seemingly teleported to the empty barstool to his right, and more so ominously, answering his question. "Mr.Mink. Howdy'." the man standing at around 7 ft', tipped his head. "That's because some of these people owe Mother a debt. Whether it be money, family debt, or otherwise, in the Second District, we pay off our dues." the man stated.

"Shishishi... I sensed you the whole time but when I lost your scent... I assumed it was just my paranoia. It seems you know my race... May I help you?" Jackal inquired. "I'm simply curious as to why a Mink flying Diana's flag has come wondering into Mother's territory, that's all." the gas masked man in a cowboy hat inquired, signalling for the bartender to bring a gin mix, as he'd pointed his long thread like fingers at a bottle on the shelf. "You've been tracking me that long. I guess I'm getting rusty on picking up presences. To answer your question, since you've answered mine... I'm just here sight seeing. Diana's busy with the World Government's errands so with her sovereignty, as one of her commanders, I have to make sure I explore her monopoly. I'm an investor, you see?" Jackal stated. "Hosuhosuosu... Well if that's the case... Mother sends her best wishes to Diana and her crew. If you don't mind, I'll be investigating the remainder of your 'crewmates'." the man chuckled, then stated suspiciously. "Shishishi... Go right ahead. I didn't get your name. How rude of me as well. My name's Ears." Jackal stated proudly, committing to his half-truth. "Name's Bishop. I'm one of Moma's top escorts. Also, one of her Captains, to say the least. You'd do well to watch your activities in Second District. Though, we're all about fun... our area isn't lacking in protection. Everyone of the Kingpins' family are at least... Supernova level. You'd do well to remember that." Bishop stated before disappearing in mid-air. Within moments, not only were the shots of gin finished but enough money paying exactly for the price of everyone's drinks at the counter. "Interesting." Jackal stated. "Hey. You think you can show me around to this Sara's Palace?" Jackal inquired looking at the frozen patron.    

It's the thrill in the end. In that moment when something stolen becomes mine or is it? That's the bliss I desire.

Jackal's Possessions wrote:

1 Baby Den Den
1 Den Den Mushi
Steampunk Goggles.

Lost in thought about the conversation he'd just had with the man who identified himself as Bishop, Jackal didn't even notice until it was too late that Freya's eyes were locked onto his tail, and more so his face. As her hand inched closer, Jackal got glimpses of his relationship with Amalia, and the nostalgia factor alone dropped all of the Mink's defences. In one motion, the woman had stripped Jackal of his veil, revealing his face to everyone at the table. At first glance, no one would've pinned his identity together but as his full appearance became more canny, Jackal simply shrugged and sighed, snatching his scarf from the woman's hands, wrapping the scarf around his neck as per usual. "AH!" the bartender shouted in shock at noticing the Mink's personality. "B-Bandit King!" the patron continued to exclaimed. In one swift motion Jackal wrapped his hand around the bartender's neck, releasing a surge of electricity that would leave the man unconscious. "Shishishi... Well, the cat's out of the bag now. Or would it be the dog..." Jackal stated, basking in the simplicity of his attempted pun. Shuffling from his seat towards the patron, Jackal shone his naturally sharp black claws against the man's neck, holding him hostage, technically. "Everyone relax. I'm not here to fight. Right now, I'm here for information. I've spent so much time on Sandy... I need find out how this place works." Jackal stated.

"Y-ou caught me off guard! An old friend of mine... would've done the same thing you did but I'm not fond of strangers touching my scarf." Jackal said astonished, staring the woman in her eyes, now only about two feet away from her. "Now then. Shall we get going?" Jackal inquired, his expression changing back to his usual devilish grin, as claws clutched closer to the patron's jugular. The Mink would be pretty much weary of the tall black haired woman from this point on, he'd still have problems with strangers touching him, especially humans. Though, Amalia patched most of the wounds in his heart, a lingering fear still hovered over the Mink.

It's the thrill in the end. In that moment when something stolen becomes mine or is it? That's the bliss I desire.

Jackal's Possessions wrote:

1 Baby Den Den
1 Den Den Mushi
Steampunk Goggles.

Almost timing his actions, the mysterious woman sprung into action, drawing the katana from her sheath slightly, turning in the direction of Jackal who'd already have his claws wrapped around the man's neck. "Like I said earlier, no harm will come of this man. Shishishi... The bartender is also knocked out. I just can't have anyone causing too much of a commotion. To the outside looking in, it just looks like a bunch of drunkards having an argument. It's you whose drawing attention to the stall... Easy on the sword." Jackal scolded the woman, keeping a very playful tone to his voice, as drunks tended to be very temperamental. "We're going to the brothel... To make a purchase. Why don't you tag along?" Jackal said shooting a last glance at Freya, removing his claws from the man's neck, allowing him to stand. The patron took the lead, and Jackal followed suit, no one seemed to care about Jackal's big reveal, to natives of the district, he was no different from the other Mink's who often commune in and out of the area. However, he;d keep his scarf covering his mouth and his goggles attached over his eyes for precaution. He'd walk a few paces behind the drunk patron, who due to the severity of the situation, was sobering up at an alarming rate."You carry your blade like an amateur... Yet you had enough balls to call me out. You must be one gutsy chick." Jackal said, before walking off.

It's the thrill in the end. In that moment when something stolen becomes mine or is it? That's the bliss I desire.

Jackal's Possessions wrote:

1 Baby Den Den
1 Den Den Mushi
Steampunk Goggles.

Within moments, Jackal, the patron and the mysterious black haired swordsman arrived at Sara Palace, the building was a two story building that towered off the ground, giving off an elite resort type feel. Whistling, Jackal led the charge, walking towards the entrance, the two gates separated, allowing the trio to enter into the building. At first the lighting was extremely dim, but as Jackal stepped further into the compound, the lights became immensely bright, revealing the cast of Female Minks, in variety of shapes and sizes, "Welcome to Sara's Palace!" the Mink woman shouted, with finesse and charm. Usually, the women we're accustomed to Mink's from the other districts or human's who'd never spent time with a Mink before but this time, when they'd locked their eyes on Jackal, a primal lust befell them all. Lunging from every angle, the woman began to lick Jackal's fur and face in their usual Garachu type fashion. "Oi Oi Oi..." Jackal exclaimed, trying to gently nudge the women off. Rabbit Minks, Reindeer Minks and even Dog Minks have all locked onto the man's scent. "Thank God... the others aren't here to see this... They'd never let me live this down." Jackal thought. After several minutes of smothering, the women's rampage was ceased by the Big Sister of the House, a Koala Female Mink by the name of Sara, the owner of the establishment. "Enough ladies!" Sara commanded.

The Mink stood at around ten feet in height, and towered over Jackal and the other members of his troop present. "I never thought it'd see a man as yourself in a place like this Bandit King. Forgive, I don't know your real name. My name is Sara, I'm the co-ordinator of this place." Sara announced. "Shishishi... It's not like it's some big trade secret. My name's Jackal. I guess over the last few months I've been likened to something of a pirate." Jackal stated. "What brings you here boy?" the woman inquired, reaching into her robe to reveal a bamboo shoot, which she used as a pipe. "Why can't I be like all the other customers. I'm here to purchase your services." Jackal stated grinning. "However, it'll be me and my friends sharing the time." Jackal continued on. "That'll cost you extra. I can't have you wearing out my girls. Ola Ola" Sara stated breaking out into a laugh. It was with that statement that Jackal noticed the eyes of all of the woman in the place sink, it'd be like her laugh triggered a fear in them all, even making some of the women noticeably shake. "Money isn't a problem." Jackal stated, having to clench his fist in frustration. He'd seen the looks on their face before, it was the same expression he'd seen on countless slaves that came in and out of Drum, during his enslavement there.

Due to the unique nature of the Mink's anatomy, several Minks were prodded by their owners, in the worst manner possible. "Well then. No time to standing their all shy. Which one of my girls to do you want to ravish!?" Sara announced with pride. Scaling the crowd, Jackal had his eyes on one Mink in particular who'd shy away from the commotion. Letting out a devilish grin, Jackal would extend his index finger towards the Mink, a spotted Jackal Mink. When she was selected, it was if Death himself pointed at her. "Prepare the room!" Sara shouted, and the other woman scuttled off, some disappointed in the man's suggestion, others breathed a sigh of relief. In this moment however, Jackal and the woman's eyes stayed in steady contact. "Woah Woah... Are we really doing this!? Do you understand what you just agreed to?" the patron exclaimed angry, grabbing onto Jackal's scarf and shaking him violently. "Don't you see the look on these Mink's faces? What about their feelings..." the patron shouted, knowing his pleads would've been falling on death ears. Jackal would simply smile, and pull the man extremely close to him, and the woman too, grabbing onto her blouse. Once they we're close enough for only them to here, "Relax. It's not what you think." Jackal murmured.

"Is there a problem?" Sara inquired. Releasing his grip on the man, Jackal slammed his fist into the man's midsection, strapping him over his shoulders. "Not at all. My slave here just got out of line. I hope for no more outbursts." Jackal stated, peering over to the mysterious black haired woman. "Or it'd hate to show why I'm a man with 280,000,000 Million on my head!?" Jackal exclaimed, almost having to stop himself from bursting out in laughter, throwing the woman a wink. Of course, this could all backfire and the woman could've resisted Jackal's words and or hints but honestly, he'd hope that the woman played along. "The room is ready. Right this way." Sara stated.

It's the thrill in the end. In that moment when something stolen becomes mine or is it? That's the bliss I desire.

Jackal's Possessions wrote:

1 Baby Den Den
1 Den Den Mushi
Steampunk Goggles.

As they arrived at their destination at the end of the corridor, Jackal and his posse were escorted into an average sized room, with a Victorian styled bed shaped like a heart in the centre of the room. Aside from this room, the only other doors were the bathroom and the entrance. This room was styled to have no windows, and as thick as the walls were, not much sound could've escape. It was Sara's way of making sure her customers garnered top quality service, without the worries of being spotted or recorded, to their knowledge at least. The Mink assumed that at all times, he was either being spied on or watched carefully, especially with the bounty on his head. The door would shut behind them, "Do enjoy yourself. You can have this one for the whole evening. It's her first time, so be gentle!" Sara shouted before bursting into a sinister laugh before she trailed off to handle other incoming customers. "Alright. Let's get this show on the road." Jackal thought to himself. Walking over to the bed, Jackal hopped onto mattress, "Go on. Starting undressing. I don't have all day!" Jackal exclaimed. The Mink's word set the female Mink into a cold sweat, her body trembled slightly, as her fur coat was now brimming in sweat, as her breathing became heavier. She'd never been with... anyone in her entire life and up to know, she'd fought this moment tooth and nail with countless punishments as the consequence. Like much Mink's, she too had a childhood crush, someone she was interested in, and now to have one of her own people take away her freedom of love, it broke her a bit on the inside.

Moments before Jackal told the woman to undress, he'd activate his Kenbunshoku Haki as he'd scan the room, walking over to the bed. Immediately, everything concealed in the room became present, "One... Two... Three... Four Transponder Cameras. One from each cardinal point in the room... Concealed behind those tacky ceiling fans and ordainments." Jackal thought to himself, quickly analysing the situation. As he'd arrive on the bed, he'd noticed the presence of a live Den Den Mushi, embedded into the bed of itself, and another transponder in the small bedside drawer. Jamming his claws into the bed, Jackal disbursed his Electro into the mattress until he'd rendered the Den Den's feed useable. At this point, the Mink's fear drove her to begin unbutton the top of her white blouse. Hopping off the bed, he'd sit down now on the bedside dresser, "Hurry it up! There's something very important I need to see." Jackal said, shining his devilish smile, as he'd repeat the similar process, disbursing his Electro through the table, disabling the sound. By this point, the woman was at the final button of her blouse, the expression on her face cherry red, blushing with embarrassment. "This is where my first time... is going to be... in a place like this. With this... Pirate." the woman thought to herself, as her hands seemingly lost strength as she unbuttoned the last button. "That should take care of the sound." Jackal said, as he'd hop off the table and this time, pace around the room's perimeter, seemingly gawking at the half naked Mink as she'd stood their frozen.

"If you're going- g-oing to take me. Then stop playing around." the female Jackal Mink exclaimed. "I'm just taking time to admire your beauty. Your my type. Shishishi..." Jackal exclaimed, assessing the space between himself and the cameras in the room, suspended at about twenty feet off the ground. "W-W-What!?" the Mink exclaimed. "Don't worry... You too." Jackal said, shooting a glance towards Freya. It'd be at this exact moment that Jackal would burst into mid-air using his Bomu Bomu's explosive power, dashing from transponder to transponder at each cardinal point in the room, crushing the lends of each camera with his feet. Shattering the Snail Den Den's, Jackal descended from mid-air, using the smaller charges to smoothen his landing. To the eyes of the security watching the live tapes, Jackal's movements would happen in a split second, leaving them to believe the transponders simply malfunctioned. In his last motion, he'd shoot a single loogie, from his mouth at the main ceiling fan which contained the majority of lighting for the room. The whole room was shrouded in darkness, causing the guard outside of the door to barge into the room, only to be met with the next loogie Jackal had swirling around in his mouth. As the explosion went off, the guard's body hit the ground, but Jackal lessened the charge, so it wouldn't make enough noise to be of concern, besides the walls and lack of cameras made this room a complete dead-zone.

Walking towards Freya and the Female Mink's direction, Jackal's golden irises shone in what little light was left in the room. The woman clenched her eyes tight, waiting for the man's next move, in her head, he'd just wanted privacy, this was the day she'd be deflowered. Tears began to stream from the female Mink's eyes, but her tears were met by the feeling of Jackal's finger against teardrops, wiping them away. "Shishishishi... I had to make it convincing until the end. Sorry about that." Jackal stated. "I doubt we have much time. Please, could you tell me what's the situation on Zou, if you know." Jackal's stated, his expression changing, as he'd bow his head in a humble plea. Suddenly, the Jackal Mink stopped shaking, falling to her knees, it was like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulder, and the collapse was the breath of relief she couldn't yet muster. "Zou... I honestly haven't heard that name in so long. It's been almost over a year since I was kidnapped." the woman recollected. "When I saw your race... I was truly shocked, that's why I couldn't move. That and I'm a bit embarrassed about this situation I've been forced into." the Mink continued, clutching palms together tightly to contain her own frustration.

"I haven't been on Zou in three years. I was abducted as well." Jackal stated. The woman's eyes opened widely as she sprung to her feet in excitement, grabbing onto Jackal's hands. "Three years ago! Are you Becko's son!?" the Mink proclaimed. Jackal's eyes had opened with even equal astonishment, "Do you know my pops?" Jackal inquired. Nodding, "Mhm. He always talked about you during our training sessions. I found out from the Elders that his son was abducted during a marine raid, like three years earlier. The Mink known as Jewels, The Mink Witch. I believe she goes by Diana now, she sold the location of Zou to the Marines. The World Government has been looking into to our connection with the Three Eyed Clan. Sadly, before I left too... They're was another raid. Zou isn't easily discerned. Someone's leaking our location. Since Diana's incident, more and more traffickers have been able to locate Zou. So much so that, our people have become extremely hostile against outsiders and extremely paranoid of each other." the female Mink concluded. "It's much worse than I thought. Diana probably placed some technology on Zou to allow people to zero in on Old Man Zunisha." Jackal thought to himself. "As happy as I am to chat about Zou... What is all of this about, Jackal was it?" the female Mink inquired. "Ah. I got all caught up in my personal interest here. Right. Nothing for now honestly, Shishishishishi!" Jackal stated, bursting out into laughter.

The woman fell to her knees once again, looking at Jackal with an extremely puzzled look. "For now, all I can tell you is, I'm looking into the Second District. I have interests in how the overall island's operations work. Who specialises in what... How their business transactions occur? Who are these Kingpins exactly? I still have a lot of questions before I start spouting out a plan. However, one things for sure, I'll shutdown operations just like these. I could see it in most of the Mink's eyes. None of you truly want to do this." Jackal stated. In the distance, Jackal could've feel the incoming presence of about ten Lesser Mink's rushing towards the rooms location. Walking over to pick up the passed out patron he'd rested on the ground, he'd strap the man over his shoulders once again. "Shishishi... What's your name?" Jackal inquired, looking back at the Female Mink. "Kurenai."

Exiting into the hallway, Jackal faced a crowd of around twelve guards at this point, six from each side of the hallway, all armed with swords and even a few carried rifles. At the hind of the right forces, Sara stood gnawing angrily on a piece of bamboo. "You damaged my cameras and my spying devices... I better not have any scratches on my merchandise!" Sara shouted. "Merchandise..." Jackal murmured to himself. "What exactly do you think Mink life is?" Jackal inquired. "Pleasure tools to make cash coin." Sara said grinning widely. Jackal's scowl truly was a representation of how he'd felt at the moment. Resting the unconscious man on the floor, inside of the doorway of the room he'd been previously in with Kurenai. "Usually... Running away is my thing. However, today... I'm going to-" Jackal stated, prepared to fight, but exiting the room was Kurenai, who'd wrapped her hands around the male Mink's waist. "This is all a misunderstanding Sara. I was responsible for the broken cameras and breaking the listening devices. How could've they know about it's existence?" Kurenai stated. "Oi!" Jackal exclaimed in frustration. "If you fight now, you'll cause one of the Ranked Pieces to appear... If A Bishop.. or a Knight appear here... Your escape will be truly difficult." Kurenai whispered, loud enough only for Jackal, and his immediate party to hear.

Scowling, "I knew it! This would've been the third incident you've been involved in Kurenai. We're a brothel... We need our customers to be able to mount you at their desire! Not some little wild child!" Sara shouted. Walking from behind the men, Sara walked over to Kurenai and slapped hand against Kurenai's face. "My most humblest apologies, Jackal. When rewinded the tapes.... They'd went out in an instant... We couldn't tell who did it. She's had a history of fighting against our rules... Don't worry. She's new. I'll break her soon yet." Sara said grinning. "No thanks. I've already been pissed off enough today. I'll return again. Next time, bring me a better women to sample. I'll let the men on Lady Diana's ship know the women here are as feisty as they are beautiful." Jackal stated, regressing back into his character, as he'd bite his bottom lip with enough force to draw blood, repressing his frustration. Lowering their weapons, the guards would now hoist Kurenai up, dragging her body to another location, for torture. Before she's slipped too far from his reach, Jackal slipped his Baby Den Den into the woman's fanny pack that was attached around her waist, using his skills as a pickpocket.

As the trio exited the building, Jackal stood in silence momentarily.

Skills Used:

It's the thrill in the end. In that moment when something stolen becomes mine or is it? That's the bliss I desire.

Jackal's Possessions wrote:

1 Baby Den Den
1 Den Den Mushi
Steampunk Goggles.

Jackal simply grinned at the Kuja's words and intent, "I'd plan on saving her regardless. Mink. Human or otherwise... A nakama of mine once told me, 'It takes every one of us to make a change.'" Jackal responded. "Saving Kurenai alone won't patch the problem. I started this journey wanting freedom... I've seen so many versions of it and people's opinions on what that word truly means to them. Shishishi... No matter how heavy the burden on this back of mine is. I've inherited too much 'will' to lie down like a dog would." Jackal concluded. Tilting his head to a side, "Though. I'm generally lost on how I'll be able to free her without pissing off the Kingpin who governs this place. Just means I'll have to checkmate her as well. I know the perfect person I can get information out of too." Jackal said, finishing his sentence with a wide grin. With about a two feet between them, Jackal used his sharp toe nails to draw a line in the dirt patched road. Just as he'd finish draw the line, the sun finished setting in the sky, and the lights that we're once dim in the district, filled the area like fireflies frozen in time. "Crossing this line means you're going to be working with a known criminal. I'm no hero. People might die. To be quite frank, I'm also doing this partially for my own selfish goal. I am passionate about saving her but I'm also an opportunist at the end of the day. Crossing this line means we're nakama now. I watch your back. You watch mine. Are you able to handle that weight? The burden that word carries." Jackal inquired. Depending on the woman's answer, Jackal would proceed with the next stage of his plan, which would involve calling up an old contact, as Freya decided on her option to cross the line, Jackal would dig through his messenger bag at his side, revealing a standard size Den Den Mushi, different from the one he'd carry around his wrist. If she'd answered in a manner that Jackal couldn't except, he'd ditch the woman with the sleeping beauty of a citizen and escape to plan on his lonesome. At the end of the day, someone who he couldn't at least trust at face value, would only be disposable in any plan he'd cook up, and he'd respected the woman enough to not use her as a sacrificial piece. After which, or with her present, he'd make the phone call.


'Puru Puru Puru' 'Puru Puru Puru'
....
'Puru Puru Puru' 'Puru Puru Puru'
...
Clank!

"I don't recognise this number. Who is this?" the woman's voice asked sleepily on the other side of the line.

"Shishishi..." Jackal chuckled.

"Ha! I know that laugh anywhere. It's been a long time Jackal! You Troublemaker you! You owe me money!" the female voice shouted.


"Relax Tally. I've been fighting to escape since the day I made that call. Sandy kept me busy. I need some information though. I'm in Baltigo. Can I stop by your place?" Jackal inquired.

"Hmm... I dunno. I'm not an Information Broker anymore. I might not have what you're looking for. Besides, you might be angry I told Gin your location." Tally stated pouting.

"Nah. Business is Business. You know that much about me. I made up my own mind to leave the crew just like you did. Gin didn't even bother to seek me out either. He just left a message with Ol' man Jed." Jackal stated.

Tally paused for a minute.

"Alrighty. We can have dinner together and talk it over. I'm waiting for that husband of mine to come home from the bar anyway. I've been calling his Den Den all day! No response! I'll buzz you my location in an hour once I find my snookums!" Tally shouted, hanging up the line.

About five minutes later, a Den Den rung from the pocket of the passed out patron. Then a minute later, the Den Den rang again. "Wait... No way." Jackal thought. Walking over to the man, he'd ruffle through his pocket and remove the ringing Den Den, on the otherside of the line was a very disgruntle Tally.

"Small world. I owe your husband a cigar." Jackal murmured into the transponder grinning.