Chapter one: The great black market capper A fish in need!
Dai walked through the town his clothes smelling strongly of smoke and there were various blood stains on his pant leg and cloak. He had some time to kill so he thought he would go back to his room at the inn and get cleaned up before the He would go out on the town once again. he entered into the inn limping slightly. He would walk past the bar and head up the stairs. His sword hung at his hip as always. His steps creaking the wooden frames with each step he took.
He whistled innocently as he saw through a window marines running through the streets heading towards the burning bases of the docks and various other shops in that district buckets in hand. He sidestepped out of there path and leaned up against a general stores wall and watched them pass by. He smirked and returned to walking back to his room. He continued to whistle happily one of his favorite songs of all time bink's sake as he finally returned to his room and proceeded to disrobe and head into the bathroom.
He washroom and closed the door behind him and began filling the tub up with some water and turned towards the sink and ran the faucet. He cupped his hands and proceeded to collect some water and wash any traces of blood from his face. He would then take to washing off the blood from his cloak. He tossed his clothes into the laundry hamper giving up on his cloak. he would need to properly wash it later and headed into the tub and began to clean himself off. He would scrub himself clean with a bar of soap and wash out the smoke smell from his hair with some shampoo and would return to his room a towel draped around his waist and he quickly dressed himself up in his usual attire a spare black cloak and spare under clothing.
His trademark with red clouds on his cloak dazzling his eyes as he stared at it. He sighed an put the cloak on and headed out of his room. He was going to go out and do some sight seeing. Perhaps even get some shopping done. Maybe find a decent bargain down here in the slum district for some items. Perhaps he may even run into his crew members, at least he hoped he would. Was rather boring being on his own again.
Since he separated with willow after there rousing fight against some mysterious imp creatures. Yubashiri handing on his left side. His wound freshly changed into a new bandage and cleaned out he set out from the inn and began to walk about town. however it would not take long for something to come to him. He heard the sound of a woman screaming for help. He normally wouldn't play the hero but he was bored and nothing else was going on at least he might get a chance to get into a fight.
So he ran heading off towards the voice of the women screaming he could see people moving out of the way rather quickly when he caught a glimpse of the women. Or should he say fishwomen? She was an octopus fishwoman but for some reason, She wore a collar around her neck and she was running. He would give chase and hold out his hand "Hold up, why are you running let me help you."
The women shed tears in her eyes as she desperately pulled at the collar around her neck then a ticking sound began to emanate from it. His eyes widened in shock as she took off when there was a group of men running after her and there was when he caught sight yout. The great blade yoru hung attached to the back of one of the men. He would recognize it anywhere. that was his most desired item of all the meito blades. He outstretched his hand and caught the women and the ticking sound increased as she pushed him against the wall with her many arms.
"No one can help me now run away or you'll die too." With that, she ran and suddenly an explosion went off a ball of fire engulfing the women as she screamed and fell to the ground. Her body ignited and smoldering her head completely blown off. Tears streamed down the side of his face as he fell to his knees. Images of his past coming at him of his friends being dragged away in nets. He began to hyperventilate however he was still coherent to what was going around him though the voices were muffled as his eardrums had been rattled from the explosion. he watched a man wearing a very posh suit kick the corpse of the ocotowomen and head off muttering "What a waist tell he boys to come down and turn her into chum."
Dai walked through the town his clothes smelling strongly of smoke and there were various blood stains on his pant leg and cloak. He had some time to kill so he thought he would go back to his room at the inn and get cleaned up before the He would go out on the town once again. he entered into the inn limping slightly. He would walk past the bar and head up the stairs. His sword hung at his hip as always. His steps creaking the wooden frames with each step he took.
He whistled innocently as he saw through a window marines running through the streets heading towards the burning bases of the docks and various other shops in that district buckets in hand. He sidestepped out of there path and leaned up against a general stores wall and watched them pass by. He smirked and returned to walking back to his room. He continued to whistle happily one of his favorite songs of all time bink's sake as he finally returned to his room and proceeded to disrobe and head into the bathroom.
He washroom and closed the door behind him and began filling the tub up with some water and turned towards the sink and ran the faucet. He cupped his hands and proceeded to collect some water and wash any traces of blood from his face. He would then take to washing off the blood from his cloak. He tossed his clothes into the laundry hamper giving up on his cloak. he would need to properly wash it later and headed into the tub and began to clean himself off. He would scrub himself clean with a bar of soap and wash out the smoke smell from his hair with some shampoo and would return to his room a towel draped around his waist and he quickly dressed himself up in his usual attire a spare black cloak and spare under clothing.
His trademark with red clouds on his cloak dazzling his eyes as he stared at it. He sighed an put the cloak on and headed out of his room. He was going to go out and do some sight seeing. Perhaps even get some shopping done. Maybe find a decent bargain down here in the slum district for some items. Perhaps he may even run into his crew members, at least he hoped he would. Was rather boring being on his own again.
Since he separated with willow after there rousing fight against some mysterious imp creatures. Yubashiri handing on his left side. His wound freshly changed into a new bandage and cleaned out he set out from the inn and began to walk about town. however it would not take long for something to come to him. He heard the sound of a woman screaming for help. He normally wouldn't play the hero but he was bored and nothing else was going on at least he might get a chance to get into a fight.
So he ran heading off towards the voice of the women screaming he could see people moving out of the way rather quickly when he caught a glimpse of the women. Or should he say fishwomen? She was an octopus fishwoman but for some reason, She wore a collar around her neck and she was running. He would give chase and hold out his hand "Hold up, why are you running let me help you."
The women shed tears in her eyes as she desperately pulled at the collar around her neck then a ticking sound began to emanate from it. His eyes widened in shock as she took off when there was a group of men running after her and there was when he caught sight yout. The great blade yoru hung attached to the back of one of the men. He would recognize it anywhere. that was his most desired item of all the meito blades. He outstretched his hand and caught the women and the ticking sound increased as she pushed him against the wall with her many arms.
"No one can help me now run away or you'll die too." With that, she ran and suddenly an explosion went off a ball of fire engulfing the women as she screamed and fell to the ground. Her body ignited and smoldering her head completely blown off. Tears streamed down the side of his face as he fell to his knees. Images of his past coming at him of his friends being dragged away in nets. He began to hyperventilate however he was still coherent to what was going around him though the voices were muffled as his eardrums had been rattled from the explosion. he watched a man wearing a very posh suit kick the corpse of the ocotowomen and head off muttering "What a waist tell he boys to come down and turn her into chum."