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Cassius · 1 [V] A Good Ole Fashion Shakedown Sun Aug 19, 2018 7:29 am

Cassius

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Cassius Sinclair
The Kraken
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Cassius had finished his bounty, the Watashi Triplets were sitting in some dungeon beneath the Ryugu Palace. He had been paid and all was well. Small time shop owners were beginning to pop up around Galloon Town, reclaiming their lost store fronts from when the Watashi Triplets moved in and took over. The citizens of Galloon Town seemed far happier and business was finally beginning to return to normal. As the fishman sat at a noname bar in the midst of Galloon Town, he swilled his drink in its glass, staring into the deep, murky liquor.

He wondered how Taz was doing up in Saobody, guarding the ship all on his lonesome. The little Dwarf was a crafty fighter and what he lacked in strength or experience he made up for in creativity. That, coupled with where Cassius had dropped anchor in an overgrown cove, protected and out of sight, the Fishman felt confident the little Dwarf and his ship would be alright until he returned. There was still work to be done though, and plenty of it. The Watashi Triplets were only the first on his list, commissioned to him by the Royal Family of Fishman Island. The next two targets were far bigger, far stronger, and carried even more clout in the seedy underbelly of Fishman Islanda.

Cassius smiled as he took a sip, thinking about how ridiculous it was that he had come from Baltigo, working the underworld there himself and trying to gain a foothold, only to be summoned to Fishman Island to clean up the same trash he was a part of on Baltigo. The irony was palpable really.
Erm, excuse me sir. Are you by chance Cassius Sinclair? The one who took down the Watashi Triplets? An unfamiliar, timid voice came from behind him.
Hm? Cassius asked, turning in his stool to find a young fish barmaiden tapping his shoulder.

She looked scared, her tray pressed up against her chest and her knees looked ready to buckle. Cassius had become somewhat used to these questions and behavior over the last few days. Numerous citizens had come up to him as word spread about his victory, thanking him for ridding the streets of Galloon Town of those vile triplets. He hadn't cared much for it, he didn't defeat them for the praise but because it was a job like any other.

Aye, that be me. What of it, miss? Cassius asked.
It-it seems there's a group. A group of angry looking fishmen outside the bar. They're...well they've asked for you spec-specifically Mr. Sinclair. They be threatening violence if we don't send you out. I'm sorry sir, truly sorry.
Cassius stared at her for a long moment before rising from his stool and passing her with a kind webbed hand on her shoulder,
Think nothing of it, no sense in you all being dragged into my business.

The tentacled fishman made his way to the front door, opening it he found a crowd of maybe a dozen or so fishman armed and angry. They stood in the street, staring down the bar menacingly and it was clear they had been waiting for him.
Ah you must be him then, the great Cassius Sinclair, the cleaner of Galloon Town. A large fishman spoke from the back, spitting at Cassius's feet.

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I mean, of course it's you, that's an unmistakably ugly mug you've got.

My my, look who's throwing stones now. Cassius said with a smirk. It was true he was known for his...unique appearance, even among fishmen, but this guy wasn't exactly winning any beauty contests either.
The eel-like fishman's clawed, webbed fists curled in anger as he stared at Cassius.
Listen here you self-righteous ass. You went on your little clean up crusade and ousted the Triplets. They were bitches to deal with, no doubt, but they ran a tight ship with their businesses and as a result we had a good thing going. There's a bounty out for your head among us thieves of the night and I plan to be the one to cash it in.

As the fishman spoke, Cassius pulled out his pipe and lit it, taking a few long puffs on the tobacco as he listened to the man's schpeal. Smoke danced from the corners of the fishman's mouth as he looked down the street to see two Ryugu Palace guards staring at the assembled crowd, spears in hand. They noticed Cassius staring at them and immediately turned away, walking down a side street as if they had seen nothing at all.
Tch, figures. The fishman grumbled as the eel fishman wrapped up his speech.

Right then, so it's my fault eh? You all were basking in the greatness of dirty wealth and now that that tap's run dry you're pissing yerselves. Oceans forbid ya take it upon yerselves to make some coin fer yerselves instead of just sipping the teat of good fortune. What's your name then, you, in the back? The one with the big mouth. Cassius asked, pointing to the eel.

The eel cracked a crooked, jagged toothed smile,
Me? Sebastian "Bass" McClaud. You'd be best to remember that as the name of the man who takes your head.
Cassius began taking off his large captain's jacket, folding it as the fishman spoke. He placed it on the top step of the bar entrance, folded perfectly before taking a last long puff on his pipe. Tossing out the burnt tobacco he placed the warm pipe atop his coat and looked at the gathered fishmen, stretching his neck and shoulders to warm up.

Bass, eh? Like the big open mouthed ones, that figures. Cassius said, rolling his shoulders one last time before raising his hands, one outstretched and the other pulled back in a fist. His outstretched hand raised its fingers before beckoning in a "come" motion.
Well, let's get to it then.

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DORIKI: +5 S&P & +5 S&A (In water);+5 E&D (Pugilist); +5 S&A
GEAR: ###
SKILLS: ###

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Cassius Sinclair
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Cassius's taunting was like the match that started the forrest fire. Almost immediately the fishmen began to charge, weapons ranging from swords to flails to hammers all raised and waved frantically in the air. From atop the steps Cassius watched closely as the nearest one drew in, he flicked a condensed bullet of water at the man's forehead. The fishman immediately fell backwards, his neck snapping back painfully from the force of the water droplet and causing him to fall into two more fishmen charging up the stairs behind him.

Cassius then leapt from the landing, jumping clear of the entangled fishmen and landing in the middle of the fray. This caused the others to turn their attention from the front of the bar towards the center of their grouping. Like wild dogs they descended upon him, swinging swords and maces wildly. What they held in numbers, they lacked in skill and Cassius planned to capitalize on that as he sidestepped attacks left and right. The years he spent training in Fishman Karate, tirelessly working day in and day out under the tutelage of Doc was evident now as he delivered devastating strikes to the fishmen goons.

Thier biggest issue was how they attacked him and Cassius used that to his advantage. The fishmen clumped together, there was no rhyme or reason to their method other than simply being the first to hit Cassius. As a result, when one would come close enough, Cassius was able to deliver a strike that would send the attacker flying backwards and knocking into his comrades. It made thinning the heard of ten or so far easier and even manageable as entire groups would need to untangle themselves and stand up again to reengage.

As he sidestepped a falling sword and then ducked under a horizontally swung mace, Cassius chuckled as the mace continued on its arc and smashed into the side of the sword-wielder's head, knocking him out cold with a small splatter of blood and spit. Cassius then delivered a righteous uppercut to the mace swinger's jaw, knocking him off his feet and sending him to the cobblestone street.

Come on then, at least put up a bit of a fight for me. Cassius jeered as a sudden movement came out of the corner of his eye. It blurred far faster than anything else he had encountered so far. He had just enough time to raise his hands in an x fashion on his right side before the powerful, clawed hand smashed into him and sent him flying cross the ground and into the wooden door of the bar.

Cassius struck the door hard, hearing the wooden crack and buckle beneath the combined force of the strike and his own weight. The glass panels in the door burst out, spilling shards across the floor and causing the patrons to gasp and scream in surprise. His world spun a bit, the fishmen in front of him multiplying, fading from spot to spot as he tried to right his brain. As he watched, he focused on the lumbering eel fishman, now appearing far larger than he had at the back of the crowd. The fishman approached him slowly, as if stalking his prey. On either side of him were two more goons, looking far more battle hardened than the grunts Cassius had just been toying with.

Cassius went to stand, his knees shaking as his brain begged for more time to recover. Bass approached him, delivering a solid blow to the gut that sent Cassius not only against the wooden door, but through it. His frame splintered the door, causing pieces to fly across the bar and Cassius's own body to fly far enough in to actually knock over the nearest table, causing drinks and food to splatter across the floor.

Cassius got to one knee, the world tilting on its axis as more glass shattered. The two lieutenants jumping through the large pane glass windows to join Bass as he stepped through the broken door frame, swagger in his step. Cassius rose, meekly putting his fists up and ready for the battle. Time, he just needed some time to recover. He hadn't been expecting such a strike from the lumbering eel, which was his own fault really. He had gotten so caught up in shredding his way through the fodder, he hadn't paid enough attention to the real threat. It was a tried and true tactic on Bass's end, sending droves of weaker enemies at the target to tire him out only to step in at the end for the decisive blows.

As Bass neared, Cassius felt cold chains wrap around each arm simultaneously and pull tight, outstretching him and serving him up like an easy dinner for Bass. Cassius grunted in pain, his arms searing in agony and he felt as if the joints would pop free at any moment.

Look upon your supposed savior Galloon Town, the hero of the day laid out for all to see. He's nothing but a common thug who got lucky, picked a fight with the easy target only to end up here, beneath the heel of someone far stronger than he. Bass declared to the scared patrons of the bar. He then turned his attention down to Cassius as he delivered another strike to the squidman's gut, causing Cassius to cough out spittle, the air rushing from his lungs. He doubled over in pain but the chains were pulled taught and upwards, forcing him to lean back and look up at his attacker.

Bass placed a large, webbed hand on Cassius's head, staring into the fishman's eyes,
Do you understand now? You crossed into the deep end, meddled in things outside your class and pay grade and now you have to pay for it. What I lost in beli, I'll make up for in blood.
At the end of his sentence, Bass delivered a strike to Cassius's face, clean and clear, smashing the fishman's face in. If he had a nose, it would have broken, if not shattered.

Cassius groaned, his head lolling to the side as blood dripped from his mouth where he had bit his tongue. He clung desperately to consciousness, he could not slip into the void for there was no coming back now if he did. Bass's voice echoed in his head, it sounded distant even though the fishman stood just above, but still the words were clear.

Let this be a reminder to you all about who runs Galloon Town, about what happens to those who try to disrupt what is being built on these streets. The Ryugu Family will not protect you, the cowards serve only themselves. Your best bet at survival is to join us, or end up like this dog of the palace, beaten and broken.
As Bass looked down at Cassius, a hungry, predatorily gaze, his demeanor quickly changed to confusion and then even fear.
Wh-what the hell? I can't move my arm. What the hell is going on?

Checkmate. Cassius said as he grabbed onto the chains wrapped around his forearms and yanked them forward with his inhuman strength. The lieutenants, surprised and overpowered by such raw strength were flung forward and smashed into Bass, releasing their ends of the chains.

Cassius rose and as the three fell to the floor in a heap. He brought his hand back before lashing forward with the chain, causing it to slice across one of the downed lieutenants.
Gah, my eye! He hit my friggin eye! The fishman yelled in agony as he clutched at his bleeding face. The other lieutenant had managed to rise to his feet, but Cassius was ready and swiped the other chain across his mid section, sending the fishman flying across the room and landing in a heap with some broken and splintered tables.

As Bass rose, Cassius launched the chains at his own arms, binding him as the lieutenants had Cassius only moments before. With one arm already numbed from Cassius's neurotoxin seeping in through all of the punches he had delivered, Bass's strength was already lessened. Cassius pulled hard on the chains, causing Bass to stumble towards him and downwards to his knees, only for Cassius
to bring his knee up and strike the eel fishman in the jaw. Bass fell to the floor and Cassius jumped on his back, dropping one of the chains he wrapped the other around the fishman's neck and pulled.

Bass flailed wildly, at first trying to scrape at Cassius with his one usable hand and then trying in vain to pull the chain off of his neck. Moments later he lay still and Cassius, sure he was now dead, dropped the chain and Bass himself. The two lieutenants were standing now, staring at Cassius, one through the only good eye he had left as he covered the other with a blood soaked hand. There was silence in the bar as the patrons also stared on baited breath, waiting for what would happen next.

Cassius reached down, seized Bass's head in both hands. He twisted sharply and then pulled. With a sick, wet snapping sound, the flesh of the neck and throat tore free as Cassius pulled Bass's head clear off his shoulders and held it high. This was enough for the lieutenants, one of which threw up then and there before following his friend out the door as quickly as possible. Outside the remaining conscious fishmen goons all scattered in the street as well, scrambling to get as far from Cassius and the bar as possible.

Warm blood oozed down his arm as he looked at the bar patrons, some of which had fainted in surprise. A hero would deliver some sort of speech now, about how they were safe and Cassius had protected them and would continue to protect them. However, he was no hero and he was in no mood for a speech. So, rising from the bleeding body of the eel fishman, Cassius slung Bass's head over his shoulder and stepped through the broken frame of the door. He paused momentarily to bend down and pick up his pipe, placing it between his lips. He then grabbed his folded jacket and placed it under his arm, the head still leaking blood over his shoulder as he meandered down the steps and into the street below.

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WORDS: 1735
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DORIKI: +5 S&P & +5 S&A (In water);+5 E&D (Pugilist); +5 S&A
GEAR: ###
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