06-10-2015, 06:08 PM
"You got this . . . "
Such were the wistful words of finality Luffy managed to languidly spill from his frigid lips as he slipped into the beckoning maw of death's release. Release from this heinous game of pain-for-pleasure. Release from crushing guilt and paralyzingly anxiety. Release from that prick Karl Jak's sociopathic manipulation.
He entrusted the rest to Mickers. The captain's faith held true for his nakama. Even whilst consumed by cognizant tribulations, his body beaten, battered and broken to mirror a shambled mind, the eccentric pirate protracted a dauntless smile and respired one last terminating breath.
It was calming, comforting even. Peeling open both windows to the soul, Straw Hat basked in serene radiance. Luster of the ever-embracing afterworld, or so the rubber youth assumed. Would there be room for him there? After such a blood-drenched menagerie, surely the Eden of life beyond would be lacking in vacancy.
Shwooooo.
"Well, well, well. I never expected to see you here, amidst the gruesome and the grand," a peppy yet familiar voice filched his attention from the aft, reassuring mugiwara that he was in fact still among the living. Unless of course, she was deceased as well.
"T-Tits Mcgee??" Mugiwara acknowledged, still aching from the phantom injuries he sustained. Though his body appeared speckles like a fresh load of laundry, it hadn't availed proper time to ascertain the abuse had subsided.
"Ahem, TRISTY! Idiot!" The buxom blonde countered, sullenly clearing her throat. She flushed red in both cheeks before bashfully zipping up her scandalous vest. "A-anyhow, I'm here to both congratulate you and escort you to the boardroom. Mr. Jak would love to meet you."
The mere utterance of his name pierced Luffy like an arrowhead, sharpening his countenance. "Let's go then," the prime commanded, striding forward without his busty chauffeur's permittance as he clapped a fist against his open palm. Concerned the youth may try something brash, Tristy followed close behind.
******
Before the prime knew it, the douche-canoe of a host was standing no more than a couple leaps in front of him, sneering back at the column of 'victors.' Lowering his visage to the left, Straw Hat erected a thumbs-up at the mousy tyke he had defended in the preceding room moments prior.
"Yahoo! Great job Mickers, we made it together! Kishishi" The rubber youth reassured with a warming chuckle, soliciting the wee monarch to gesture his gloved palm for a handshake. Hoh boy! It was a doozy, wasn't it?!" Mickey nodded in agreement as the duo consummated their solidified friendship.
Dumping out a gaudy duffle-bag of novelty ornaments, Karl was quite pleased with himself, going on about the spread of material 'rewards' for each of their misdeeds. One by one, those who placed ahead of him plucked their choice from the table and stomped off, cursing the metrosexual turd in their own fashion.
"Contestant number thirty-seven, Monkey D. Luffy, step forward and choose," The proverbial emcee of Dante's Abyss summoned, evoking Mugiwara to mull over his options. Though this was his first physical encounter with Mr. Fancy Pants, he was far more enthralled by the awesome gadgets splayed out before him.
A book? Nah, Luffy wasn't much for reading; that was Nico Robin's forte. A stopwatch? Uh uh, totally Nami's field. A foreign antique exuding ominous energy? Nope, Brooke was better suited for something like that.
"OOOH! Coooool booooots! I'll take those!" Straw Hat yammered, his pupils replaced by sparkling stars, shining like a beacon of lunacy. The youth nabbed the awesome hightops and pressed them firmly against his chest, equally as spellbound as Deadpool's, erm, Princess Deadpool was by his maiden circlet.
"Wait . . . I signed up here to get info, not shiny new kicks. You, Sir Jakass, gimme' everything you know about this wacky world. Is it possible my crew was brought here too?!" Luffy demanded, bum-rushing the host with a rather bold interrogation.
"Hmm, your crew huh? Any of them handsome? Would they be willing to sign up next year? I hope so if they're as courageous as you, hmhmhm," Karl Jak snickered in conceit, provoking the pirate to grab him by his tailored collar and tug with force. A battalion of well-paid Syntex guardsmen strifed from their posts, readied to pounce. Their approach was stilled as the spiffy proprietor held up a quelling palm.
"You'll hafta' kill me for real if you expect me to leave here without answers, assbutt!" Straw Hat steeled his resolve, cringing as he met the Syntex president's unwavering gaze with a glare of ferocity. Without retort, Karl reached into his jacket's inner pocket and relinquished a business card.
"I respect your bravura, young man. Take this, and in two day's time, call the number at the back via communication apparatus," The fearless host obliged, handing over the laminate paper.
"Okay tha-"
Thwok!
In a flash, he swiftly severed Luffy's clutch with a swipe of his forearm before gingerly plunging a fist into the pirate's gut, inviting him to double over. "But never, ever touch me with those grimy, commoner hands again."
"Guh . . Got it, two days," the prime consented, rescinding his threats and frolicking off with a brand new set of footwear. He acquired what he wanted and then some, there wasn't need to press the issue further.
The unpredictable rapidity of the captain's mood shifts were a trait to be marveled. The remaining contestants surmised him an imbecile, but also felt a hankering to applaud for nearly getting his hands around the cobra's slimy neck.
Can't wait to see the others soon, I know what Buggy's gonna' say. 'What's with the flashy boots rubber brain?!' Kahahaha!
As Tristy escorted him to a rippling gate, Luffy turned to spout one final declaration, curling a shit-eating grin across his face and aiming an index digit.
"You were all super cool out there! If we cross paths on the other side, I'll ask you this then too. MICKERS, DOOMY, BOTGIRL, STRAZY, GREENBEAN, DEATHPOO, JOIN MY CREW!!"
". . ."
"WELL, BYE BYE FOR NOW, HOPE WE MEET AGAIN, YOSH!!"
Vvvoooosh!
Such were the wistful words of finality Luffy managed to languidly spill from his frigid lips as he slipped into the beckoning maw of death's release. Release from this heinous game of pain-for-pleasure. Release from crushing guilt and paralyzingly anxiety. Release from that prick Karl Jak's sociopathic manipulation.
He entrusted the rest to Mickers. The captain's faith held true for his nakama. Even whilst consumed by cognizant tribulations, his body beaten, battered and broken to mirror a shambled mind, the eccentric pirate protracted a dauntless smile and respired one last terminating breath.
It was calming, comforting even. Peeling open both windows to the soul, Straw Hat basked in serene radiance. Luster of the ever-embracing afterworld, or so the rubber youth assumed. Would there be room for him there? After such a blood-drenched menagerie, surely the Eden of life beyond would be lacking in vacancy.
Shwooooo.
"Well, well, well. I never expected to see you here, amidst the gruesome and the grand," a peppy yet familiar voice filched his attention from the aft, reassuring mugiwara that he was in fact still among the living. Unless of course, she was deceased as well.
"T-Tits Mcgee??" Mugiwara acknowledged, still aching from the phantom injuries he sustained. Though his body appeared speckles like a fresh load of laundry, it hadn't availed proper time to ascertain the abuse had subsided.
"Ahem, TRISTY! Idiot!" The buxom blonde countered, sullenly clearing her throat. She flushed red in both cheeks before bashfully zipping up her scandalous vest. "A-anyhow, I'm here to both congratulate you and escort you to the boardroom. Mr. Jak would love to meet you."
The mere utterance of his name pierced Luffy like an arrowhead, sharpening his countenance. "Let's go then," the prime commanded, striding forward without his busty chauffeur's permittance as he clapped a fist against his open palm. Concerned the youth may try something brash, Tristy followed close behind.
******
Before the prime knew it, the douche-canoe of a host was standing no more than a couple leaps in front of him, sneering back at the column of 'victors.' Lowering his visage to the left, Straw Hat erected a thumbs-up at the mousy tyke he had defended in the preceding room moments prior.
"Yahoo! Great job Mickers, we made it together! Kishishi" The rubber youth reassured with a warming chuckle, soliciting the wee monarch to gesture his gloved palm for a handshake. Hoh boy! It was a doozy, wasn't it?!" Mickey nodded in agreement as the duo consummated their solidified friendship.
Dumping out a gaudy duffle-bag of novelty ornaments, Karl was quite pleased with himself, going on about the spread of material 'rewards' for each of their misdeeds. One by one, those who placed ahead of him plucked their choice from the table and stomped off, cursing the metrosexual turd in their own fashion.
"Contestant number thirty-seven, Monkey D. Luffy, step forward and choose," The proverbial emcee of Dante's Abyss summoned, evoking Mugiwara to mull over his options. Though this was his first physical encounter with Mr. Fancy Pants, he was far more enthralled by the awesome gadgets splayed out before him.
A book? Nah, Luffy wasn't much for reading; that was Nico Robin's forte. A stopwatch? Uh uh, totally Nami's field. A foreign antique exuding ominous energy? Nope, Brooke was better suited for something like that.
"OOOH! Coooool booooots! I'll take those!" Straw Hat yammered, his pupils replaced by sparkling stars, shining like a beacon of lunacy. The youth nabbed the awesome hightops and pressed them firmly against his chest, equally as spellbound as Deadpool's, erm, Princess Deadpool was by his maiden circlet.
"Wait . . . I signed up here to get info, not shiny new kicks. You, Sir Jakass, gimme' everything you know about this wacky world. Is it possible my crew was brought here too?!" Luffy demanded, bum-rushing the host with a rather bold interrogation.
"Hmm, your crew huh? Any of them handsome? Would they be willing to sign up next year? I hope so if they're as courageous as you, hmhmhm," Karl Jak snickered in conceit, provoking the pirate to grab him by his tailored collar and tug with force. A battalion of well-paid Syntex guardsmen strifed from their posts, readied to pounce. Their approach was stilled as the spiffy proprietor held up a quelling palm.
"You'll hafta' kill me for real if you expect me to leave here without answers, assbutt!" Straw Hat steeled his resolve, cringing as he met the Syntex president's unwavering gaze with a glare of ferocity. Without retort, Karl reached into his jacket's inner pocket and relinquished a business card.
"I respect your bravura, young man. Take this, and in two day's time, call the number at the back via communication apparatus," The fearless host obliged, handing over the laminate paper.
"Okay tha-"
Thwok!
In a flash, he swiftly severed Luffy's clutch with a swipe of his forearm before gingerly plunging a fist into the pirate's gut, inviting him to double over. "But never, ever touch me with those grimy, commoner hands again."
"Guh . . Got it, two days," the prime consented, rescinding his threats and frolicking off with a brand new set of footwear. He acquired what he wanted and then some, there wasn't need to press the issue further.
The unpredictable rapidity of the captain's mood shifts were a trait to be marveled. The remaining contestants surmised him an imbecile, but also felt a hankering to applaud for nearly getting his hands around the cobra's slimy neck.
Can't wait to see the others soon, I know what Buggy's gonna' say. 'What's with the flashy boots rubber brain?!' Kahahaha!
As Tristy escorted him to a rippling gate, Luffy turned to spout one final declaration, curling a shit-eating grin across his face and aiming an index digit.
"You were all super cool out there! If we cross paths on the other side, I'll ask you this then too. MICKERS, DOOMY, BOTGIRL, STRAZY, GREENBEAN, DEATHPOO, JOIN MY CREW!!"
". . ."
"WELL, BYE BYE FOR NOW, HOPE WE MEET AGAIN, YOSH!!"
Vvvoooosh!
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