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- This thread takes place three days before Pumpkin Sabbath
Well, he made it from the Blues, and now he was here in the Grand Line. First stop, Water 7. What a great place to start an adventure in! He was certain that he could find a ship to stowaway on, a ride to get out of this place, or maybe an ally or two to deal with the stuff that had been going down.
Dialing back to several days ago, Willow Omens was on his way to Water 7, only for the boat he was on to be attacked out of nowhere. Cannonballs flying through the air, striking the ship that he was riding along in, only for the ship to fight back. Fire was exchanged, decks were boarded, Willows were hiding in the pantry. All the fun stuff that one could imagine in a battle between presumed pirates. Sure he got to Water 7, but the people that he rode with wanted an explanation. He was happy to give one to the red bearded captain an explanation.
But instead, Willow, with that dopey look on his face, played dumb and got the hell out of dodge. Away from the docks and through the streets. That was three days ago, now he was hiding out here in the slums of Water 7, looking to try and wait things over before making it up tot he main part of town. Not only did he have a crew of weapon smiths the size of which dwarfed a 'normal human', but he had a crew of deliverymen wanting vengenace for loss of some of their product.
He could only sigh and rub the back of his head while he contemplated just what he was going to do. Sure he escaped from his homeland, moved from blue to blue, and came right back here to the Paradise section of the New World, but now it was getting harder to keep on the move.
As he was thinking about all of this, he had unceremoniously bumped in to a marine. A master Chief Petty Officer no less. It seemed that they were on patrol with a Commander, several other petty officers and a Lieutenant commander. And the Master Chief Petty Officer didn't really appreciate her chest being bumped in to face first.
The rotund Roxanne simply looked down at Willow who looked up with that dopey look on his face. Playing dumb he simply rubbed the back of his head with one hand, the other waving in front of his face, "I'm sorry ma'am. I wasn't watching where I was going."
"Right--I'm not in the mood for someone trying to cop a feel off of my body today." SHe said while slowly drawing a pistol and shooting, which was shot right between Willow's legs as he had drawn his wepaon and swung it hard against the ground, "Summer Solstice!" He skidded to a halt on the ground, holding onto his staff while it was extended to three feet in length, wielding it more like a cane at the moment with his free hand on the ground, fingers splayed out and legs spread. The look on his face having changed to narrowed eyes, glaring at the woman.
Of course--that meant he was glaring at the marines and realized what he had done. He turned tail and started to run, looking to try and escape! Maybe he could find some help? Today was not the day to die! Nor was this a good place for a grave!