08-21-2014, 02:35 PM
“Hey, Dave?”
“Yeah, Frank?”
“You seein' what I'm seein'?”
“Yeah...”
The white-clad Stormtroopers sighed in unison, and began a slow stroll towards the Gate. What they were seeing was the arrival of two people, as different in appearance as an apple and orange. At least, the short one had a nose the color of an apple. It had been quiet in the Deep for months now, and the two Stormtroopers were starting to enjoy all the quiet.
It was obvious that the strangers were new to the Omniverse. It wasn't just the mad dash through the gate either. Both were looking around in a bewildered manner, the apple-nosed man going so far as to peer behind the gate as if looking for the Nexus. The soldiers took their time making their way over, especially once the clown began arguing with his skinny companion. For most of the conversation, the duo was much too far away for Frank to overhear what they said, but it seemed like the thin guy was simply blowing off his friend, rubbing a finger under his nose and obviously looking away. Finally, the Stormtroopers had gotten close enough to hear what was being said.
“...are we, you flash-hole!?”
“Dunno, Red-Nose.” The skinny fellow dug a slip of paper from his pocket and casually held it out, “But the Vivre paper was po-”
“AHEM!”
Frank cleared his throat loudly, finally alerting the strangers that he was there. They both immediately turned to look at him, Red-Nose flourishing knives from some hiding spot, while Skinny crossed his arms and flashed a grin their way. Exchanging a look with Dave, Frank continued.
“You're in the Vasty Deep, guys. I guess you're ne-”
“OY! Do you poop!?”
Skinny had suddenly thrust his finger towards the two Stormtroopers, yelling that strange greeting. Silence descended on the area as everyone seemed dumbstruck, including Skinny's companion, whose jaw had dropped an admirable amount. Startlingly, Red-Nose was the first to shake free of the stupor. Taking hold of his 'friend's' shirt, he pressed Skinny's face against his and began a tirade.
“You flashy idiot! What the hell, Straw Hat! You flashily lookin' to get us killed?!”
Once again, Straw Hat seemed to be ignoring his friend. Since it seemed like their nice, quiet day was indeed going to be ruined, Dave and Frank resigned themselves to simply enjoy the show.
***
"OoOoOoHoOo!" Luffy's eyes dazzled with starlight, shining like a beacon of lunacy as the humanoids clad in white approached near. "R—R—ROBOTS!!" He stammered, extending a finger to the guards, his gaping maw dancing just short of the earth.
Wack!
Buggy smacked his dunce consort in the back of the dome. "They're not flashy robots you rubber brain!" The troopers shot a glance at one another, then back to the idiot duo.
"Welcome." Frank started. "This is Costa Del Sol. Beyond this point you shall find many of your common needs. Lodging, markets, cafés, so on," he presented the landscape with a wave of his hand. Straw Hat's nostrils fluttered as he sniffed the ocean breeze-filled air.
"Meat! Do you have meat?!" He queried, soliciting a blank stare in return from the armored guard. Dave took a step forward to interject.
"This is a place of peace, so I suggest you and your friend with the bulbous nose here stay out of trouble. You do that, and your time here should remain serene."
Twitch.
"What did you call me you flashy ba—?!" Buggy's tirade was cut short as Luffy grabbed ahold of his arm and hastened forth to the distant town. Finally he could stuff himself with some god damn delicious, scrumptious food!
Meanwhile
*************
"Another!" A shady figure decreed, slamming an empty mug against the sleek mahogany table, prompting a thin, scantily dressed woman to scuttle over. A fresh drink in hand, she placed the perspiring glass before him, her hands trembling in angst.
"What's the matter? Do I frighten you girl?" He demanded smugly through a clothe facemask, piercing the waitress with a sinister glare. Momentarily paralyzed, the meek waitress shook her head right to left before scurrying away, inciting a gratified chuckle from the onyx-haired delinquent.
"Must you terrorize the help among every venue we visit?" The man sitting opposite him scrutinized, sipping lukewarm tea from a ceramic cup. Gripping the replenished mug, he merely scoffed in response to the pompous bastard in front of him before tossing it back, gulping down the amber ale.
Wham!
Sploosh!
The saloon doors stormed open with fervor, effectively slamming into the masked miscreant's elbow, forcing beer down his throat and drenching his torso. Not to mention banging the shit out of his funny bone. The glass pitcher shattered before the man's navy sandals as he clutched his arm, writhing in pain, yet noticeably attempting to suppress it. His umber eyes bulged and exaggerated grunts narrowly escaped his firmly clamped lips.
"Mmmm! It smells great in here!" Straw Hat urged with arms outstretched, big nose following scornfully from the rear. His lack of similar enthusiasm was evident, the coward just wanted to wake up from this hellish nightmare. Expectedly, his stretchy companion remained callous as ever. Popping a squat at the front counter, the two were presented menus. Before they could peruse the cuisines, a grim figure towered at their backs, gazing down upon them with feral malice.
"You...owe me a drink," he commanded, still dripping of brew from neck to waist. "Eh? Who are you?" Inquired Straw Hat, peering upside down at the tall ruffian with his head tilted back. The room fell silent, all other patrons gawking in suspense, pausing their personal discussions. "Hey pal, I don't know what your problem is but we don't have any flashy coin! So beat it ya' hobo!" Buggy barked in retort. Keh, I'm such a badass. Now the common folk will fear me, the fierce star clown that stands up to bullies! I'll be the talk of the town.
"That's quite alright," the mystery man offered consent, lowering his head between the duo and clasping his hands snugly around the back of their necks. "I was planning to kill you anyway!"
Crash!
Stretch and splitter were thrown reeling though the timber entrance, skidding along the sandy terrain, carving twin ravines. Luffy pounced to his feet reactively while red-nose was busy spewing gritty dust from his chompers. The spiky-haired assailant sprung from the saloon with vigor, sporting an oversized butcher blade.
"What's the big idea?? I was about to order damn it!" The pirate captain woofed, gripping his abdomen, currently housing an empty stomach. "Shut your yapping ya' pup. I get a little on-edge if I haven't drawn warm crimson for some time. To compensate for the drink you spilled, I'll be accepting payment in your blood!"
"We din't thpill anything you flathy bathtard! Thtupid gorilla!" Buggy shot back, his sand-riddled tongue hanging from his mouth. "Pathoo! What kind of thycho jutht attackth thomeone for thuch a petty acthident anyway?!" He continued, spitting globs of sand everywhere.
"Close your mouth Rudolph!" Zabuza berated, rubbing his elbow, clearly still throbbing. "What was that?! I'll kill you for that right now!!" The facepainted pirate screamed in a fit of irony.
"That's a cool sword you have," praised Luffy in admiration. I bet Zoro would love to fight this guy! "This isn't the time to be impressed!" the clown scolded, hurling a rock at his head. Unaffected, Luffy stepped forward, winding up his right arm and cracking his neck.
"I'm starving, and you're interrupting my lunch, so let's get this over with. Oy, what's your name big tree?" Straw Hat requested, narrowing his brow.
"I'm referred to by many titles. Demon of the Hidden Mist, Seven Ninja Swordsmen. None of those matter anymore now, not in this realm. Here I'm simply known as Zabuza...Momochi Zabuza."
“Yeah, Frank?”
“You seein' what I'm seein'?”
“Yeah...”
The white-clad Stormtroopers sighed in unison, and began a slow stroll towards the Gate. What they were seeing was the arrival of two people, as different in appearance as an apple and orange. At least, the short one had a nose the color of an apple. It had been quiet in the Deep for months now, and the two Stormtroopers were starting to enjoy all the quiet.
It was obvious that the strangers were new to the Omniverse. It wasn't just the mad dash through the gate either. Both were looking around in a bewildered manner, the apple-nosed man going so far as to peer behind the gate as if looking for the Nexus. The soldiers took their time making their way over, especially once the clown began arguing with his skinny companion. For most of the conversation, the duo was much too far away for Frank to overhear what they said, but it seemed like the thin guy was simply blowing off his friend, rubbing a finger under his nose and obviously looking away. Finally, the Stormtroopers had gotten close enough to hear what was being said.
“...are we, you flash-hole!?”
“Dunno, Red-Nose.” The skinny fellow dug a slip of paper from his pocket and casually held it out, “But the Vivre paper was po-”
“AHEM!”
Frank cleared his throat loudly, finally alerting the strangers that he was there. They both immediately turned to look at him, Red-Nose flourishing knives from some hiding spot, while Skinny crossed his arms and flashed a grin their way. Exchanging a look with Dave, Frank continued.
“You're in the Vasty Deep, guys. I guess you're ne-”
“OY! Do you poop!?”
Skinny had suddenly thrust his finger towards the two Stormtroopers, yelling that strange greeting. Silence descended on the area as everyone seemed dumbstruck, including Skinny's companion, whose jaw had dropped an admirable amount. Startlingly, Red-Nose was the first to shake free of the stupor. Taking hold of his 'friend's' shirt, he pressed Skinny's face against his and began a tirade.
“You flashy idiot! What the hell, Straw Hat! You flashily lookin' to get us killed?!”
Once again, Straw Hat seemed to be ignoring his friend. Since it seemed like their nice, quiet day was indeed going to be ruined, Dave and Frank resigned themselves to simply enjoy the show.
***
"OoOoOoHoOo!" Luffy's eyes dazzled with starlight, shining like a beacon of lunacy as the humanoids clad in white approached near. "R—R—ROBOTS!!" He stammered, extending a finger to the guards, his gaping maw dancing just short of the earth.
Wack!
Buggy smacked his dunce consort in the back of the dome. "They're not flashy robots you rubber brain!" The troopers shot a glance at one another, then back to the idiot duo.
"Welcome." Frank started. "This is Costa Del Sol. Beyond this point you shall find many of your common needs. Lodging, markets, cafés, so on," he presented the landscape with a wave of his hand. Straw Hat's nostrils fluttered as he sniffed the ocean breeze-filled air.
"Meat! Do you have meat?!" He queried, soliciting a blank stare in return from the armored guard. Dave took a step forward to interject.
"This is a place of peace, so I suggest you and your friend with the bulbous nose here stay out of trouble. You do that, and your time here should remain serene."
Twitch.
"What did you call me you flashy ba—?!" Buggy's tirade was cut short as Luffy grabbed ahold of his arm and hastened forth to the distant town. Finally he could stuff himself with some god damn delicious, scrumptious food!
Meanwhile
*************
"Another!" A shady figure decreed, slamming an empty mug against the sleek mahogany table, prompting a thin, scantily dressed woman to scuttle over. A fresh drink in hand, she placed the perspiring glass before him, her hands trembling in angst.
"What's the matter? Do I frighten you girl?" He demanded smugly through a clothe facemask, piercing the waitress with a sinister glare. Momentarily paralyzed, the meek waitress shook her head right to left before scurrying away, inciting a gratified chuckle from the onyx-haired delinquent.
"Must you terrorize the help among every venue we visit?" The man sitting opposite him scrutinized, sipping lukewarm tea from a ceramic cup. Gripping the replenished mug, he merely scoffed in response to the pompous bastard in front of him before tossing it back, gulping down the amber ale.
Wham!
Sploosh!
The saloon doors stormed open with fervor, effectively slamming into the masked miscreant's elbow, forcing beer down his throat and drenching his torso. Not to mention banging the shit out of his funny bone. The glass pitcher shattered before the man's navy sandals as he clutched his arm, writhing in pain, yet noticeably attempting to suppress it. His umber eyes bulged and exaggerated grunts narrowly escaped his firmly clamped lips.
"Mmmm! It smells great in here!" Straw Hat urged with arms outstretched, big nose following scornfully from the rear. His lack of similar enthusiasm was evident, the coward just wanted to wake up from this hellish nightmare. Expectedly, his stretchy companion remained callous as ever. Popping a squat at the front counter, the two were presented menus. Before they could peruse the cuisines, a grim figure towered at their backs, gazing down upon them with feral malice.
"You...owe me a drink," he commanded, still dripping of brew from neck to waist. "Eh? Who are you?" Inquired Straw Hat, peering upside down at the tall ruffian with his head tilted back. The room fell silent, all other patrons gawking in suspense, pausing their personal discussions. "Hey pal, I don't know what your problem is but we don't have any flashy coin! So beat it ya' hobo!" Buggy barked in retort. Keh, I'm such a badass. Now the common folk will fear me, the fierce star clown that stands up to bullies! I'll be the talk of the town.
"That's quite alright," the mystery man offered consent, lowering his head between the duo and clasping his hands snugly around the back of their necks. "I was planning to kill you anyway!"
Crash!
Stretch and splitter were thrown reeling though the timber entrance, skidding along the sandy terrain, carving twin ravines. Luffy pounced to his feet reactively while red-nose was busy spewing gritty dust from his chompers. The spiky-haired assailant sprung from the saloon with vigor, sporting an oversized butcher blade.
"What's the big idea?? I was about to order damn it!" The pirate captain woofed, gripping his abdomen, currently housing an empty stomach. "Shut your yapping ya' pup. I get a little on-edge if I haven't drawn warm crimson for some time. To compensate for the drink you spilled, I'll be accepting payment in your blood!"
"We din't thpill anything you flathy bathtard! Thtupid gorilla!" Buggy shot back, his sand-riddled tongue hanging from his mouth. "Pathoo! What kind of thycho jutht attackth thomeone for thuch a petty acthident anyway?!" He continued, spitting globs of sand everywhere.
"Close your mouth Rudolph!" Zabuza berated, rubbing his elbow, clearly still throbbing. "What was that?! I'll kill you for that right now!!" The facepainted pirate screamed in a fit of irony.
"That's a cool sword you have," praised Luffy in admiration. I bet Zoro would love to fight this guy! "This isn't the time to be impressed!" the clown scolded, hurling a rock at his head. Unaffected, Luffy stepped forward, winding up his right arm and cracking his neck.
"I'm starving, and you're interrupting my lunch, so let's get this over with. Oy, what's your name big tree?" Straw Hat requested, narrowing his brow.
"I'm referred to by many titles. Demon of the Hidden Mist, Seven Ninja Swordsmen. None of those matter anymore now, not in this realm. Here I'm simply known as Zabuza...Momochi Zabuza."
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