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https://strawhats.rpg-board.net/t1817-pirate-treasure
The waves were crawling gently to the shore, drenching the sand beneath the feet of whomever chose to walk on it. The gushing waves were comforting, humming it’s wave song like it was kindling its own symphony. The murmuring of the waves was hypnotic, calling and urging every pirate to get into a ship and set sail to uncover the countless mysteries it held.
Kouse Arima walked slowly and quietly on the shore. Taking in the sweet salty scent of the sea. It had just been a few days since he got free from the shackles of a slaver called Cantilever. He was free now, and he made sure to enjoy his freedom. It was hard earned.
Adjusting his glasses, Kouse took one long last look at the endless blue sea before him and knew that it was only a matter of time before he got back to exploring it.
It was time to get back to the clinic. He’d been absent for a couple of hours now. There was only so much his nurse could handle.
Being a doctor was a full time job in Mocktown, and being an extremely good one?, then you can forget about having a person life.
Kouse wasn’t only an extremely good doctor, but one which could perform; what the citizens of mocktown called, 'medical miracles.’ The cases all other doctors couldn’t handle were brought straight to him. Brain surgery cases were the most common ones he received.
He walked into his clinic to be greeted by chaos. Three pirates were desperately holding down a severely injured man. Said man was trying desperately to pry himself free, all the while screaming nonsensical things.
At that moment Cindy, his nurse rushed to meet him, concern and worry etched on her face.
“Where have you been!.” Cindy grabbed Kouse’s arm, dragging him towards the bleeding and still screaming pirate. “They’ve been here for the last 30 minutes, and he, Sanko has only been getting worse. I tried my best to stop the bleeding, but I couldn’t, only managed to slow down the bleeding.”
Kouse would take one look at the patient and his medical instincts kicked in.
“Get him into the operating room!.” Kouse said loudly as he rushed into the operating room himself, immediately grabbing an anesthetic injection. The moment they dropped him on the operating table, Kouse jammed the syringe into Sanko's chest.
Sanko’s fidgeting and noise quickly subsided as the anesthetic began making him lose consciousness, but he didn’t pass out before uttering one last sentence.
“treasure…of.... Ronny, boy is….real.” Sanko immediately passed out cold.
Kouse simply adjusted his glasses and activated his ROOM ability, whilst grabbing a scalpel. It was all the ranting of a deranged sick man, and Kouse paid it no mind.
Hours later, Kouse finally closed up the clinic and rushed home. Sanko's surgery took less than 10 minutes and was carried away by the three pirates who waited for him. After several other cases, all minor, Kouse finally shut down the clinic for the night.
He walked slowly, keeping a high alert to all around him, mocktown was a dangerous place after all. Spotting a bar, still open, kouse would walk in to get a quick drink.
https://strawhats.rpg-board.net/t1817-pirate-treasure
The waves were crawling gently to the shore, drenching the sand beneath the feet of whomever chose to walk on it. The gushing waves were comforting, humming it’s wave song like it was kindling its own symphony. The murmuring of the waves was hypnotic, calling and urging every pirate to get into a ship and set sail to uncover the countless mysteries it held.
Kouse Arima walked slowly and quietly on the shore. Taking in the sweet salty scent of the sea. It had just been a few days since he got free from the shackles of a slaver called Cantilever. He was free now, and he made sure to enjoy his freedom. It was hard earned.
Adjusting his glasses, Kouse took one long last look at the endless blue sea before him and knew that it was only a matter of time before he got back to exploring it.
It was time to get back to the clinic. He’d been absent for a couple of hours now. There was only so much his nurse could handle.
Being a doctor was a full time job in Mocktown, and being an extremely good one?, then you can forget about having a person life.
Kouse wasn’t only an extremely good doctor, but one which could perform; what the citizens of mocktown called, 'medical miracles.’ The cases all other doctors couldn’t handle were brought straight to him. Brain surgery cases were the most common ones he received.
He walked into his clinic to be greeted by chaos. Three pirates were desperately holding down a severely injured man. Said man was trying desperately to pry himself free, all the while screaming nonsensical things.
At that moment Cindy, his nurse rushed to meet him, concern and worry etched on her face.
“Where have you been!.” Cindy grabbed Kouse’s arm, dragging him towards the bleeding and still screaming pirate. “They’ve been here for the last 30 minutes, and he, Sanko has only been getting worse. I tried my best to stop the bleeding, but I couldn’t, only managed to slow down the bleeding.”
Kouse would take one look at the patient and his medical instincts kicked in.
“Get him into the operating room!.” Kouse said loudly as he rushed into the operating room himself, immediately grabbing an anesthetic injection. The moment they dropped him on the operating table, Kouse jammed the syringe into Sanko's chest.
Sanko’s fidgeting and noise quickly subsided as the anesthetic began making him lose consciousness, but he didn’t pass out before uttering one last sentence.
“treasure…of.... Ronny, boy is….real.” Sanko immediately passed out cold.
Kouse simply adjusted his glasses and activated his ROOM ability, whilst grabbing a scalpel. It was all the ranting of a deranged sick man, and Kouse paid it no mind.
Hours later, Kouse finally closed up the clinic and rushed home. Sanko's surgery took less than 10 minutes and was carried away by the three pirates who waited for him. After several other cases, all minor, Kouse finally shut down the clinic for the night.
He walked slowly, keeping a high alert to all around him, mocktown was a dangerous place after all. Spotting a bar, still open, kouse would walk in to get a quick drink.