Chapter 8: Out of sight, but not out of mind
At first sight the marine force entering Lord Arthur's home wasn't particularly alert or thrilled for that matter. For they were merely on a routine stop as ordered by Patcheeni. Most of them were resentful of the guy because he treated some of his subordinates like pawns and slaves. While others such as Arthur, were given special privileges and treatment. The sight of dead ciphers didn't phase them because it too,was routine. Arthur was a neurotic scientist with a penchant for swordsmanship and perfection. His outlet was often going out on marine missions to take down miscreants and targets of the marines and world government. In his youth this worked out fine, allowing him to do his research and then take it out on criminals when his rage hit a boiling point. However as he got older and the frustration of never making any real strides in the field started to wear on him, he started to lose his mind. The tragedy here was due to changes in the world over his life time, he could no longer work freely.
He was a genius, shunned from the scientific branches of the government for his conduct. He often lashed out at others when he hit a wall as he aged. And since the world was changing, its ethics were too. No longer did he have access to mentally ill people or society's trash. The world government in an attempt to appease people and its own outlawed human experimentation, especially at lower levels of research. Sure there were higher ups who managed to get in a human trial every now and then, but for Arthur he had no one to back him. Being forced to be a mere soldier, he rose through the ranks of the marines in lieu of his biological research. Though a hole still burned in his heart that could not be filled by violence. The need for discovery and invention tore at his heart strings, something he never let go of as a sign of him being alive. Patcheeni and the new age changed this though, and in a big way.
The cipher had long recognized the man for his blueprints and theory laid out in government archives. He was always thrilled to find a new journal, outlining different concoctions used on patients. Patcheeni noted Arthur's obsession with the human body and discovering its secrets. He had helped discover and publicized theory on haki, what it did and where it came from. He saw experiments where Arthur conducted surgery on a variety of criminals ranging from bandits to famous pirate lords. Testing the limits of their bodies and ability to recover. It was here he was mapping out what made a person normal vs abnormal. What made a person durable enough to lift 40 pounds vs 4000 pounds. What allowed a person to be shot by a bullet and live, vs what it took to take a cannonball to the chest and not die. His research had actually improved rokushiki and almost helped develop a new branch of the fighting style, but he was ostracized before he could finish. So when Patcheeni offered him a chance at redemption and full liberty to once again conduct research, he agreed with the caveat that the cipher supply him with devil fruit users and the fruits himself.
The cipher couldn't promise him a devil fruit user, but he did supply him a fruit. Which had lead to the situation at hand. There on Water 7 he was left to his own devices. During the month he had been working for patcheeni, he was making excellent progress. Though this came at a high cost. He needed new goons every few days due to his uncontrollable outbursts and rage. However when the marines actually found him lying in the middle of his lab half encased in ice, they rushed to his aid. A male marine rushed to the Alabasta Den Den with great haste while the rest of his unit worked to help Arthur.
Patcheeni, unsuspecting as he was, had been in a jovial mood. A lady in each arm and sack full of gold which he "won" from playing cards at Rain dinners, he was ready to party hard. " Sir, Ensign Jeremy reporting in SIR", said the den den with a serious scowl on its face. Patcheeni looked down at his hand and hiccuped without much thought, " hey hey man be cool. Everything's fine and I got me some ta tas to see". The den den didn't respond for a moment, with angry indistinct muttering from the background. " SIR, this is a matter of utmost importance. Commodore and Lord Arthur is in critical condition! He won't make it, SIR". Patcheeni paused with his arms wrapped around his arm candies and took a moment to let that sink in. " what"?
Patcheeni was stunned, for he couldn't fully wrap his mind around what was being said. His arms started to get snug around his toys who started to pat on his forearm. " SIR, we also report that Arthur's latest research journal is also missing, SIR"! The man froze, but his arms kept contracting. The women he was with were turning blue, with one fainting and the other biting on his arm. He dropped the weak one and pulled the hair of the other back. He scowled at her and wrenched his grip around her long blonde hair. With his free hand he picked up the den den and said, " I want every able bodied marine on Water 7 to find the culprits. No one sleeps until they're found". With that he turned back to his prize and gave her a once over.
"Let's see how long you last".
At first sight the marine force entering Lord Arthur's home wasn't particularly alert or thrilled for that matter. For they were merely on a routine stop as ordered by Patcheeni. Most of them were resentful of the guy because he treated some of his subordinates like pawns and slaves. While others such as Arthur, were given special privileges and treatment. The sight of dead ciphers didn't phase them because it too,was routine. Arthur was a neurotic scientist with a penchant for swordsmanship and perfection. His outlet was often going out on marine missions to take down miscreants and targets of the marines and world government. In his youth this worked out fine, allowing him to do his research and then take it out on criminals when his rage hit a boiling point. However as he got older and the frustration of never making any real strides in the field started to wear on him, he started to lose his mind. The tragedy here was due to changes in the world over his life time, he could no longer work freely.
He was a genius, shunned from the scientific branches of the government for his conduct. He often lashed out at others when he hit a wall as he aged. And since the world was changing, its ethics were too. No longer did he have access to mentally ill people or society's trash. The world government in an attempt to appease people and its own outlawed human experimentation, especially at lower levels of research. Sure there were higher ups who managed to get in a human trial every now and then, but for Arthur he had no one to back him. Being forced to be a mere soldier, he rose through the ranks of the marines in lieu of his biological research. Though a hole still burned in his heart that could not be filled by violence. The need for discovery and invention tore at his heart strings, something he never let go of as a sign of him being alive. Patcheeni and the new age changed this though, and in a big way.
The cipher had long recognized the man for his blueprints and theory laid out in government archives. He was always thrilled to find a new journal, outlining different concoctions used on patients. Patcheeni noted Arthur's obsession with the human body and discovering its secrets. He had helped discover and publicized theory on haki, what it did and where it came from. He saw experiments where Arthur conducted surgery on a variety of criminals ranging from bandits to famous pirate lords. Testing the limits of their bodies and ability to recover. It was here he was mapping out what made a person normal vs abnormal. What made a person durable enough to lift 40 pounds vs 4000 pounds. What allowed a person to be shot by a bullet and live, vs what it took to take a cannonball to the chest and not die. His research had actually improved rokushiki and almost helped develop a new branch of the fighting style, but he was ostracized before he could finish. So when Patcheeni offered him a chance at redemption and full liberty to once again conduct research, he agreed with the caveat that the cipher supply him with devil fruit users and the fruits himself.
The cipher couldn't promise him a devil fruit user, but he did supply him a fruit. Which had lead to the situation at hand. There on Water 7 he was left to his own devices. During the month he had been working for patcheeni, he was making excellent progress. Though this came at a high cost. He needed new goons every few days due to his uncontrollable outbursts and rage. However when the marines actually found him lying in the middle of his lab half encased in ice, they rushed to his aid. A male marine rushed to the Alabasta Den Den with great haste while the rest of his unit worked to help Arthur.
Patcheeni, unsuspecting as he was, had been in a jovial mood. A lady in each arm and sack full of gold which he "won" from playing cards at Rain dinners, he was ready to party hard. " Sir, Ensign Jeremy reporting in SIR", said the den den with a serious scowl on its face. Patcheeni looked down at his hand and hiccuped without much thought, " hey hey man be cool. Everything's fine and I got me some ta tas to see". The den den didn't respond for a moment, with angry indistinct muttering from the background. " SIR, this is a matter of utmost importance. Commodore and Lord Arthur is in critical condition! He won't make it, SIR". Patcheeni paused with his arms wrapped around his arm candies and took a moment to let that sink in. " what"?
Patcheeni was stunned, for he couldn't fully wrap his mind around what was being said. His arms started to get snug around his toys who started to pat on his forearm. " SIR, we also report that Arthur's latest research journal is also missing, SIR"! The man froze, but his arms kept contracting. The women he was with were turning blue, with one fainting and the other biting on his arm. He dropped the weak one and pulled the hair of the other back. He scowled at her and wrenched his grip around her long blonde hair. With his free hand he picked up the den den and said, " I want every able bodied marine on Water 7 to find the culprits. No one sleeps until they're found". With that he turned back to his prize and gave her a once over.
"Let's see how long you last".
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