10-14-2015, 03:50 PM
DONNNNG!
A resounding pulse buffeted the crowd with blisters of anticipation as the symbolic gong rang true, drawing them to the edge of their seats and evoking all combatants to sharpen belligerent grandiose into keen focus. As bulwarks of purified, radiant mana swelled erect in myriad formation across the soot-laden field, Straw Hat tilted his noggin' as if to pantomime a curious pup.
Callously dallying opposite the pirate, Alain maintained a dulled glower, poised with utter lack of enthusiasm. He examined a seemingly harmless dimwit from his prosaic sandals up to his trademark headwear.
"Hm, so, you're stretchy . . . " The ruby-cloaked mercenary slid betwixt his shaded lips with a sigh of disinterest; one might even go far as to say such was sprinkled with disappointment.
"Ah? Oi oi, I never met ya' before guy, at least not that I can remember, how'd ya guess??" Luffy shot back, perplexed by his predetermined adversary's fortuitous knowledge.
Casually extending a finger to his heterochromatic peepers, Alain briefly explained, "These eyes of mine offer more than just quirky conversation starters. They see all. So tell me rubber-band man, can you stretch 'everything?' Heh," The merc mocked with a taunting smirk.
"Yup! Every part of my body! Cool huh?? Wanna' see?!" The ignoramus haughtily confirmed, donning a peculiar stance that forced Alain's brow to arch ever slightly. "Gomu Gomu no . . . " Straw Hat incanted, bowing his rump to the rear and prompting his denim shorts to fall freely at his ankles, inciting a fuddled reaction from the gawking crowd.
"The hell are you do–?"
"MUSHROOM STAMP!!"
Pow!
Snapping his elastic wang forth like a ballistic missile, Alain reeled back as his cheek met with the girth of Luffy's lancing meat stick. A silence-stricken crowd burst into roaring laughter at the most unorthodox assault this arena had ever seen.
"Ugh, you lanky sonuvva-. I've never been so insulted-, ergh. You . . are dead!" The humiliated mercenary murmured with a gnarled grimace as the very air twisted and warped around his extended palm, conjuring a blade that slithered into existence. His poor, throbbing jowl pulsed, yet no semblance of inflammation or pain apparent in his voice.
The pirate found himself amidst trying times by the dozens in his adventures, but rarely had he felt such suffocating malice exude from the opposition. Evidently, a good old-fashioned pecker slap incites a grievous response, yet Straw Hat positively could not stop laughing.
Tugging his trousers back up to his waist, the eccentric captain looked up to find empty space from whence his opponent once stood. Deep within his sub-conscience, an image of his spinal cord being severed by a sable blade flickered.
Shink.
His premonition drew life and came to fruition. Fortunately, the pirate's foresight allotted him the milliseconds necessary to elude the crippling blow as Alain phased into sight. Pursuing his offender without relent, his blade sliced clean through the dusty air while his blood-red garments flapped about.
Though Luffy managed to elude the bite of his enemy's edge, glancing nicks pecked at his extremities while he swayed this way and that. Abruptly, he smacked against the magical barrier encompassing the tournament grounds, effectively halting his shirking footwork. Exposing a grin, Alain thrusted his Sresveltr forward to end it all.
Reacting in haste, the pirate clapped both hands together against the blade, staying it within his grasp. Startled by the wiry boy's impressive strength, the merc hesitated a moment too much, allowing his uppity foe ample time to dig a knee into his gut, nullifying the cloaked contender's blitz as he skid along the sandy terrain.
"Not as gangly as you look, stretchy prick," Alain commended backhandedly, standing upright and prepping for round two. Meanwhile, Straw Hat nudged himself from the rampart shield and dug into his pocket, relinquishing a savory chicken leg and gnawing at it ravenously.
Chomp-nom-nomp. Gulp.
"Oooookay! You ready Carny? Want some meat?" Straw Hat offered, revealing rations tucked in his trousers as he dug up his nose with a prodding finger. Plucking a juicy one, the captain balled it between his digits and flicked it forth.
". . ."
"You utterly disgust me, nitwit! Take that garden snake out again so I can sheer it off, wadda' ya' say? And don't call me Carny!" Displaying his corrupt sword upright, Alain willed the armament to morph and reshape once more as Luffy wound his arm 'round and 'round to loosen up.
"That left a neat imprint on your cheek there, Kishishishi! Alright, here I come! . . ."
A resounding pulse buffeted the crowd with blisters of anticipation as the symbolic gong rang true, drawing them to the edge of their seats and evoking all combatants to sharpen belligerent grandiose into keen focus. As bulwarks of purified, radiant mana swelled erect in myriad formation across the soot-laden field, Straw Hat tilted his noggin' as if to pantomime a curious pup.
Callously dallying opposite the pirate, Alain maintained a dulled glower, poised with utter lack of enthusiasm. He examined a seemingly harmless dimwit from his prosaic sandals up to his trademark headwear.
"Hm, so, you're stretchy . . . " The ruby-cloaked mercenary slid betwixt his shaded lips with a sigh of disinterest; one might even go far as to say such was sprinkled with disappointment.
"Ah? Oi oi, I never met ya' before guy, at least not that I can remember, how'd ya guess??" Luffy shot back, perplexed by his predetermined adversary's fortuitous knowledge.
Casually extending a finger to his heterochromatic peepers, Alain briefly explained, "These eyes of mine offer more than just quirky conversation starters. They see all. So tell me rubber-band man, can you stretch 'everything?' Heh," The merc mocked with a taunting smirk.
"Yup! Every part of my body! Cool huh?? Wanna' see?!" The ignoramus haughtily confirmed, donning a peculiar stance that forced Alain's brow to arch ever slightly. "Gomu Gomu no . . . " Straw Hat incanted, bowing his rump to the rear and prompting his denim shorts to fall freely at his ankles, inciting a fuddled reaction from the gawking crowd.
"The hell are you do–?"
"MUSHROOM STAMP!!"
Pow!
Snapping his elastic wang forth like a ballistic missile, Alain reeled back as his cheek met with the girth of Luffy's lancing meat stick. A silence-stricken crowd burst into roaring laughter at the most unorthodox assault this arena had ever seen.
"Ugh, you lanky sonuvva-. I've never been so insulted-, ergh. You . . are dead!" The humiliated mercenary murmured with a gnarled grimace as the very air twisted and warped around his extended palm, conjuring a blade that slithered into existence. His poor, throbbing jowl pulsed, yet no semblance of inflammation or pain apparent in his voice.
The pirate found himself amidst trying times by the dozens in his adventures, but rarely had he felt such suffocating malice exude from the opposition. Evidently, a good old-fashioned pecker slap incites a grievous response, yet Straw Hat positively could not stop laughing.
Tugging his trousers back up to his waist, the eccentric captain looked up to find empty space from whence his opponent once stood. Deep within his sub-conscience, an image of his spinal cord being severed by a sable blade flickered.
Shink.
His premonition drew life and came to fruition. Fortunately, the pirate's foresight allotted him the milliseconds necessary to elude the crippling blow as Alain phased into sight. Pursuing his offender without relent, his blade sliced clean through the dusty air while his blood-red garments flapped about.
Though Luffy managed to elude the bite of his enemy's edge, glancing nicks pecked at his extremities while he swayed this way and that. Abruptly, he smacked against the magical barrier encompassing the tournament grounds, effectively halting his shirking footwork. Exposing a grin, Alain thrusted his Sresveltr forward to end it all.
Reacting in haste, the pirate clapped both hands together against the blade, staying it within his grasp. Startled by the wiry boy's impressive strength, the merc hesitated a moment too much, allowing his uppity foe ample time to dig a knee into his gut, nullifying the cloaked contender's blitz as he skid along the sandy terrain.
"Not as gangly as you look, stretchy prick," Alain commended backhandedly, standing upright and prepping for round two. Meanwhile, Straw Hat nudged himself from the rampart shield and dug into his pocket, relinquishing a savory chicken leg and gnawing at it ravenously.
Chomp-nom-nomp. Gulp.
"Oooookay! You ready Carny? Want some meat?" Straw Hat offered, revealing rations tucked in his trousers as he dug up his nose with a prodding finger. Plucking a juicy one, the captain balled it between his digits and flicked it forth.
". . ."
"You utterly disgust me, nitwit! Take that garden snake out again so I can sheer it off, wadda' ya' say? And don't call me Carny!" Displaying his corrupt sword upright, Alain willed the armament to morph and reshape once more as Luffy wound his arm 'round and 'round to loosen up.
"That left a neat imprint on your cheek there, Kishishishi! Alright, here I come! . . ."
Quote:I have very explicitly received permission from Alain the Carnedge to post this piece. No defamation of character or harm was my intention. Pure comic relief purposes only.
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