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Act 1
The Festival Begins
Once every five years a great event takes place on Sandy Island, a festival thrown by the great Alabastan Royal family dating back hundreds of years. Originally created for the royal bloodline to show of their esteemed spotted dock line, world class runners considered to be the best of the best. Now it has turned into a celebration capped off with a desert survival race, contestants are given fourty-eight hours to travel one hundred and fifty miles over the unforgiving desert terrain. The rules are simple, entering as an individual or as a member of a team they are allowed to use any kind of beast, devil fruit, or any other non-mechanized form of transportation. However, they are only allowed to take one canteen of water and a single loaf of bread for sustenance. Nobles from all bring their expensive beasts, pure bred racing lines, even enslaved devil fruit users, some just seek the prize money at the end of it all. But no matter what they all risk their lives.
The port town was in disrepair, the docks had been repeatedly destroyed, first by an enraged fishman, then the demon known as Bazil Styx took at the adjacent dock soon after. Sending Nanohana’s economy into the shitter. Most, if not all the residents had half expected the festival to be cancelled due to the untimely death of the prince being tasked with running the event, having succumb to his wounds from the events that had transpired at the Rain Dinners. In an effort to prove that they were still the undisputed leaders of the country, they decided to go through with the race. Having the fourth prince Seto-Amun Neferteri take his late elder brothers place as head organizer of the entire festival, promising to throw the greatest bash this country had ever seen. Hoping the allure and splendor of such an event would take the worlds eyes off the recent spike of piracy and show that it was a nice place to come too.
Using carefully planned parade routes and specific parts of the towns, the royalty managed to hide much of the damage that had been done to the individual cities. Showing once again how easy it is for the government to deceive the people they are supposed to be watching over. Vendors set up along the marked roads, effectively abandoning their shops if they weren’t located in the open districts. Overnight it seemed as if the once miserable and pirate plagued country of Alabasta was once again a thriving country on the verge of greatness. But this was just one of the many dark secrets the world government had.
Bazil and Yasuke traveled through the parts of town that were currently open to the public, the royal guard could be seen posted at the various gaps in the charade. Preventing the entry of any desirable persons and the exit of any undesirables. As the royalty had effectively pushed the slums and their inhabitants into the freshly made ruins of the Alabastan towns. Their dark silhouettes could be seen watching, begging from the shadows, their silent cries going unheard as the guests and festival goers had much better things to do. Though not all of the scum was hidden, on the streets you could see the kinds of people this type of event attracts, the closer the duo got to where the participants, called ‘jockeys’ stayed with their employers and various transports. Everything from teams of young kids who participated in local sandboarding competitions to slavers of Baltigo, one of which had a sand sled team consisting of five dog minks in chains, using a whip to control their behavior. Their muzzles and filed down claws preventing retaliation, though these were nothing compared to the mental shackles the slave driver had over them. The fear could he seen in their eyes as the jockey and manager snickered at them, sizing them up and checking their condition for the upcoming race.
“And they say I’m a fuckin bad guy.” Bazil snickered as they walked by, his trademark mohawk wrapped in a desert cloth with a pair goggles strapped around the top of his head. Covering up his distinguishing features at the urging of Yasuke as his recent actions have made him almost as famous as the royal family themselves.
“Just misunderstood, young lord. Bwahahaha.” The samurai bellowed back, his booming laugh drawing the attention of the shady people they walked by. The various thugs and ‘business’ men sizing up the pair, neither of which looked like your typical jockey. Yasuke being much to large to ride on a speedy mount such as a spotted duck and Bazil, well with his desert wraps and devilish grin they weren’t sure what to expect out him. As they continued down to the registration board, a place that also held the most food and shopping venues, a faint cry could be heard coming from the tent a few meters to their right. Noticing Bazil’s interest in whatever was going in there the man from Wano decided to get out quick, as things that pique the young mans interest usually lead to trouble. “Young lord, I think I will head over to the concessions, if you need anything just holler!” The man shouted to the red haired pirate who was already halfway into the tent, leaving the samurai to eat to his hearts content.
Popping his head in, the pirate was greeted by the scene of a woman being held on the ground, a knife to her throat and clothes half ripped. Her eyes filled with the same kind of fear the minks had earlier, looking around the room he saw an older man bleeding from his head and struggling on the floor, his arms outstretched to the girl. After a few moments the man noticed Bazil’s presence, offering him the advice of turning around like nothing happened and everything would be square.
The old man, now looking at the pirate, “Please…” He gasped, “Please… I’ll do..I’ll give you anything, please just save my daughter!” Using his last remaining energy to yell as loud as he could pleading for his daughters life to be safe.
“Anything?” Bazil mused, his razor sharp grin ear to ear, he swaggered over to the man, who continued to threaten the womans life if he got any closer. Ignoring his bluffs, well not caring whether they were bluffs or not, the pirate turned his right thumb into an a curved blade, the attacker freezing as his face filled with horror. Bazil grabbed the assailant by his hair he took the the blade and slowly slit the man’s throat, spraying the warm crimson liquid all over the young girl, who at this point was frozen in fear, quickly realizing they had just traded in one demon for another. One who was much, much, worse.
A few hours later both the father and the daughter, who due to sever shock had passed out awoke on the floor to the sight of Bazil sitting in a chair eating an apple. “Oh check it out, sleepin fuckin beauty and her granpa finally decide to get the fuck up.” He mused, leaning forward in the chair, the apple squishing as he bit into it once more.
“So uhh..” He paused, “Remember when you said anything?” His eyes now fixated on the blood drenched woman, he reached out and grabbed her, pulling the young woman into his lap. “So I figure, you let me and my cook jockey for you, since yours…” The pirate stroking the girls bloodied cheek, then his attention on the corpse across the room, “Suddenly passed.” Chuckled the pirate.
“O…Okay..just..please don’t hurt us.” His voice shaking in fear, the man pleaded Bazil to be merciful to his daughter.
“Mercy?” The demon questioned, stopping his hand from petting the blood soaked girl. He looked at the man and smiled nice and wide, “I haven’t even done nothin yet.” His devilish grin ominously foreshadowing his sociopathic actions to come.
Act 1
The Festival Begins
Once every five years a great event takes place on Sandy Island, a festival thrown by the great Alabastan Royal family dating back hundreds of years. Originally created for the royal bloodline to show of their esteemed spotted dock line, world class runners considered to be the best of the best. Now it has turned into a celebration capped off with a desert survival race, contestants are given fourty-eight hours to travel one hundred and fifty miles over the unforgiving desert terrain. The rules are simple, entering as an individual or as a member of a team they are allowed to use any kind of beast, devil fruit, or any other non-mechanized form of transportation. However, they are only allowed to take one canteen of water and a single loaf of bread for sustenance. Nobles from all bring their expensive beasts, pure bred racing lines, even enslaved devil fruit users, some just seek the prize money at the end of it all. But no matter what they all risk their lives.
The port town was in disrepair, the docks had been repeatedly destroyed, first by an enraged fishman, then the demon known as Bazil Styx took at the adjacent dock soon after. Sending Nanohana’s economy into the shitter. Most, if not all the residents had half expected the festival to be cancelled due to the untimely death of the prince being tasked with running the event, having succumb to his wounds from the events that had transpired at the Rain Dinners. In an effort to prove that they were still the undisputed leaders of the country, they decided to go through with the race. Having the fourth prince Seto-Amun Neferteri take his late elder brothers place as head organizer of the entire festival, promising to throw the greatest bash this country had ever seen. Hoping the allure and splendor of such an event would take the worlds eyes off the recent spike of piracy and show that it was a nice place to come too.
Using carefully planned parade routes and specific parts of the towns, the royalty managed to hide much of the damage that had been done to the individual cities. Showing once again how easy it is for the government to deceive the people they are supposed to be watching over. Vendors set up along the marked roads, effectively abandoning their shops if they weren’t located in the open districts. Overnight it seemed as if the once miserable and pirate plagued country of Alabasta was once again a thriving country on the verge of greatness. But this was just one of the many dark secrets the world government had.
Bazil and Yasuke traveled through the parts of town that were currently open to the public, the royal guard could be seen posted at the various gaps in the charade. Preventing the entry of any desirable persons and the exit of any undesirables. As the royalty had effectively pushed the slums and their inhabitants into the freshly made ruins of the Alabastan towns. Their dark silhouettes could be seen watching, begging from the shadows, their silent cries going unheard as the guests and festival goers had much better things to do. Though not all of the scum was hidden, on the streets you could see the kinds of people this type of event attracts, the closer the duo got to where the participants, called ‘jockeys’ stayed with their employers and various transports. Everything from teams of young kids who participated in local sandboarding competitions to slavers of Baltigo, one of which had a sand sled team consisting of five dog minks in chains, using a whip to control their behavior. Their muzzles and filed down claws preventing retaliation, though these were nothing compared to the mental shackles the slave driver had over them. The fear could he seen in their eyes as the jockey and manager snickered at them, sizing them up and checking their condition for the upcoming race.
“And they say I’m a fuckin bad guy.” Bazil snickered as they walked by, his trademark mohawk wrapped in a desert cloth with a pair goggles strapped around the top of his head. Covering up his distinguishing features at the urging of Yasuke as his recent actions have made him almost as famous as the royal family themselves.
“Just misunderstood, young lord. Bwahahaha.” The samurai bellowed back, his booming laugh drawing the attention of the shady people they walked by. The various thugs and ‘business’ men sizing up the pair, neither of which looked like your typical jockey. Yasuke being much to large to ride on a speedy mount such as a spotted duck and Bazil, well with his desert wraps and devilish grin they weren’t sure what to expect out him. As they continued down to the registration board, a place that also held the most food and shopping venues, a faint cry could be heard coming from the tent a few meters to their right. Noticing Bazil’s interest in whatever was going in there the man from Wano decided to get out quick, as things that pique the young mans interest usually lead to trouble. “Young lord, I think I will head over to the concessions, if you need anything just holler!” The man shouted to the red haired pirate who was already halfway into the tent, leaving the samurai to eat to his hearts content.
Popping his head in, the pirate was greeted by the scene of a woman being held on the ground, a knife to her throat and clothes half ripped. Her eyes filled with the same kind of fear the minks had earlier, looking around the room he saw an older man bleeding from his head and struggling on the floor, his arms outstretched to the girl. After a few moments the man noticed Bazil’s presence, offering him the advice of turning around like nothing happened and everything would be square.
The old man, now looking at the pirate, “Please…” He gasped, “Please… I’ll do..I’ll give you anything, please just save my daughter!” Using his last remaining energy to yell as loud as he could pleading for his daughters life to be safe.
“Anything?” Bazil mused, his razor sharp grin ear to ear, he swaggered over to the man, who continued to threaten the womans life if he got any closer. Ignoring his bluffs, well not caring whether they were bluffs or not, the pirate turned his right thumb into an a curved blade, the attacker freezing as his face filled with horror. Bazil grabbed the assailant by his hair he took the the blade and slowly slit the man’s throat, spraying the warm crimson liquid all over the young girl, who at this point was frozen in fear, quickly realizing they had just traded in one demon for another. One who was much, much, worse.
A few hours later both the father and the daughter, who due to sever shock had passed out awoke on the floor to the sight of Bazil sitting in a chair eating an apple. “Oh check it out, sleepin fuckin beauty and her granpa finally decide to get the fuck up.” He mused, leaning forward in the chair, the apple squishing as he bit into it once more.
“So uhh..” He paused, “Remember when you said anything?” His eyes now fixated on the blood drenched woman, he reached out and grabbed her, pulling the young woman into his lap. “So I figure, you let me and my cook jockey for you, since yours…” The pirate stroking the girls bloodied cheek, then his attention on the corpse across the room, “Suddenly passed.” Chuckled the pirate.
“O…Okay..just..please don’t hurt us.” His voice shaking in fear, the man pleaded Bazil to be merciful to his daughter.
“Mercy?” The demon questioned, stopping his hand from petting the blood soaked girl. He looked at the man and smiled nice and wide, “I haven’t even done nothin yet.” His devilish grin ominously foreshadowing his sociopathic actions to come.
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