by ChristianC » Sun Apr 18, 2004 3:10 pm
Nine took a deep suck at his cigarette, blowing the smoke from his nose, "<span style="color:maroon;">I'm half my mind to remove you from my list of employees, you little shit, but I'm going to give you the chance to prove yourself, or rather, prove the skills of Moore, if you have any.</span>" The last words were nearly spit out as the man pulled out another kame from the other side of his coat, "<span style="color:maroon;">If you survive this, I'll ignore your immature attitude and take you with me...</span>" he dropped the cigarette and grinded it with his left shoe, "<span style="color:maroon;">But don't think you'll...</span>"
"<span style="color:teal;">Mr Nine! What do you think you're doing!?</span>" The voice belonged to a woman who rapidly approached the pair, "<span style="color:teal;">I've been waiting down at the harbor for over three hours, where have you been?</span>" The woman was wearing a tailored blazer, black in color, with a pair of silver zippers wrapping up from the front hem, over the shoulders and down the back and opened halfway at the front, metallic buttons opened down to under her chest. Under the blazer she was wearing a teal tanktop and her long smoking pants, they too black in color, were paired with a set of high-heels. Her hair, it too teal in color, was long and straight, combed over on one side of her head and kept there with a decorate flower clipper. Her face, which most likely was near-to perfect, was at the moment twisted in a mask of rage as she stomped down the street, quite impressive due to her choice of footwear.
"<span style="color:maroon;">Ahh... uhh... Miss Thursday, I didn't, I mean... I...</span>" Nine looked flabbergasted, then confused, then panicking, "<span style="color:maroon;">Miss Thursday, I can explain, I...</span>" he tried, quickly putting his kama back inside her coat, "<span style="color:maroon;">there was this, uhh, misunderstanding and...</span>"
He was interrupted as the woman called Miss Thursday walked up to Raziel, eyeing him with a critical look "<span style="color:teal;">Not good enough.</span>" She continued by heading over to Hal and the others, "<span style="color:teal;">Too big,</span>" she scoffed at Hal, "<span style="color:teal;">Too weak,</span>" she loomed over Barnac, "<span style="color:teal;">Too...</span>" she looked at Taki, "<span style="color:teal;">too... old</span>" she turned to Grandma and then back to Nine again. "<span style="color:teal;">Mr Nine, is this really the best you could find?</span>" She tapped a foot impatiently and frowned at Nine.
"<span style="color:maroon;">Miss Thursday, please, if you would just let me explain...</span>" Nine waved his hands in front of him, backing as Miss Thursday walked towards him.
"<span style="color:teal;">This is just perfect, you promise me to bring back a crew skilled enough to sail the Grand Line, leave me to wait for you in this heat for over 5 hours and then bring back these rag-tag mongrels?</span>" She did a theatrical jest and looked on the verge of crying, "<span style="color:teal;">Alas, for me to be partnered up with a fool like yourself, fate is indeed cruel.</span>"
"<span style="color:maroon;">Miss Thursday, please!</span>" Nine was beginning to calm down, looking very upset, "<span style="color:maroon;">I would've found some better if you'd just given me more time. I left you waiting for...</span>"
"<span style="color:teal;">10 hours! You cruel, cruel man! What would I have done if some big, strong thug would have tried to rob poor little me?</span>" She smacked Nine, sending him almost flying into the wall, "<span style="color:teal;">Listen to me when I talk damnit!</span>"
For some reason, it seemed that the serious mood that had been was now lost in confusion... this would definantly turn out to be some adventure all right.
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Meanwhile, Leone was slowly losing altitude as he flew towards the ship. Flapping his wings wouldn't do him any good, more likely just drop him in the water earlier.
He kept flying for a short while, but soon he felt the cold water grip him and drag him down, enveloping him in its chill.
The boat was close-by, though, and with a few strokes he'd manage to get onboard.