On the island of Glasswater, a bar remains standing amidst the aftermath of the recent chaos. It wasn't lively, it wasn't energetic; as a matter of fact, most were too busy rebuilding their homes or shops to have a drink. Of course, that didn't mean that the occasional stranger wouldn't wander in looking for something to take their mind off of things; and I use the word stranger in the most literal of ways, as nothing could be more out of place than a man who wasn't even sure what he was doing here in the first place. Inside the bar, The lack of patrons kept things nice and quiet, and things were tidy and well kept. Behind the counter, a bartender cleans glasses quietly before putting them away. The atmosphere was dead, save for the monotonous ticking of a comical "Glasswhiskey" clock and the occasional clunk of a glass being placed back down from a drink. Aside from the bartender, there seemed to only be two other patrons inside, both of which sat in opposite corners of the room, eating cashews or pretzels and drinking beer - neither seemed overly fond of talking.

A slight creaking sound signaled the door of the bar opening, followed by the jingle of a bell to alert the bartender that somebody had entered. Standing up from behind the counter, he turned his gaze to meet the customer's. Who were they? A few seconds of silence hung before the bartender spoke up.

"What'll it be?"

####Consider this a farewell thread of sorts to the RP - one final goodbye. As the title implies, a fade to black. Feel free to go ahead and tie up any interactions you want with other characters, or simply post leaving your glass on the table. If it wasn't obvious, your OC's don't need to be approved to post to this. It's been real, I've enjoyed this RP and making friends with everyone in it - thanks again for making this place what it was.

Sometime shortly after the events of Glasswater

Sitting down on in a pile of rubble, all bandaged and bruised, one Jack G. Hawkins leans back ever so slightly and lights a cigarette, letting the smoke fill his lungs before letting it slip right back out, along with all the thoughts racing through his mind.

"God damn it.. that was long overdue." he mumbled to himself, feeling as though this was the first time he'd been able to relax and enjoy a cigarette on this god damn island. "Mmm.. Just like Loguetown." he continued, his eyes fixating on the destruction around the city.

Letting out a smoke filled sigh, Jack stood up and made his way through the streets with his hands in his pockets, stopping at a small house that looked seemed to be in the process of being rebuilt already. A young girl and her mother sat close by, playing, as a man hammered nails into wooden boards, pinning them into place. A sudden wave of melancholy washed over him, bringing him to approach the man, pick up a board and hammer, and begin helping him out.

"Need another set of hands? It makes it a lot easier to hammer boards into place if somebody else holds them." he said with a smile, almost tearing up as he spoke.

"It's easiest if we start from the corner and work our way down, then start going across." his voice sounded a little more shaky the second time around.

'God dammit, get a fucking grip dumbass..'

He felt like he'd learned so much over the course of his journey - knowledge that he was likely never to forget; something that he could pass on to future generations. Part of him felt like that kid who left Gosa village with a glint in his eye and a fire in his heart, but the rest of him felt like he was made of the little bits and pieces of everybody he had met. Leah and Edd had taught him how to shoot; LeShade had taught him about the perils of anger, and helped him to avoid the same pitfall; Zenith had taught him to aspire to reach the top, no matter how far out of reach it may be; Souji had taught him that keeping a level head and knowing your limits were good things, not bad; finally, Barry had taught him more than anybody ever could. How to repair a ship, build a house, navigate the seas, how to fight without his swords! Jack owed everyone a debt, even if they didn't know he did. Still, despite all that..

"Yeah c'mon, I don't have all fuckin' day."

..he was still his own person.

The man smiled and nodded as the pair set to work. Surely it would take a while to rebuild an entire house; he almost wondered if he might find somebody else willing to lend a hand.

Where do we go from here?

##Glasswater, Battered and Bruised

After a few days of mind control and all out war, the island of Glasswater was in complete disrepair. Thanks to the effort of various individuals, the control system was finally deactivate, allowing everyone to finally return to their normal selves. However, the damage was already done.

The perpetrators of these events, the Cyborg, the army brat, the aspiring actor, all gone. Killed for their own aggression and desire for power. Free from the responsibilities of properly facing for their crimes. The hopeful popstar however, was long gone. Vanishing amongst the chaos before anyone could notice. Along with her, wenta young man with the powers of lava and heat. A love slave he may have been, but with the control system shut off, there would be no telling just what could've happened to her.

The people of the island, not remembering much of what happened, had to be informed of what all occurred. The lives they took, the businesses they destroyed, the futures that may have been all shrivelled up. They'd have to live with it, wouldn't they?

Mayor Adrian: Fellow Citizens of Glasswater. We have been through quite an ordeal. Never has our town been tested in such a manner. However, when I came to this town not too long ago, I promised you all change and prosperity. And tonight, I promise it to you again. Stand with me, and together we can decide the path we take.

The people standing near the town hall, as the Mayor spoke to them clapped, along with various tourists who were still here. Everyone's ships were destroyed in the aftermath and the town's treasury department was doing everything they could to refund the costs that everyone had lost, but there was a more important thing for the townspeople to consider.

"Where do we go from here?"

The town was in disrepair and the people had a choice to make. Remain isolated and put in the work for themselves to keep themselves safe, or join the World Government and seek the aid of the marines. It was a tough choice, one that may have meant sacrificing certain freedoms, but to let this happen again was unthinkable.

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Sorry this took so long, but a lot had to be sorted through and changed. Now that this is all out of the way, the roleplay can hopefully resume soon. Until then, we ask that you try and get your character sorted out beforehand, so we can get everything going quickly.

Those of you that are here will be given a choice to keep your character and move around stats, traits, and techniques. If we deem your changes to be too different from what you originally had, you may be asked to simply create a new character with the same amount of stats, traits, and beli.

Items however are a different matter. Due to repricing, weapons and items will likely be returned to you at full price. In order to learn how much money your character current has, just leave a comment linking to your wiki and we'll reply with how much Beli you now have and what items that were deemed 'unpriceable' and you were allowed to keep. After that, you can reply to that comment, listing what items you wish to buy.

Please make sure your wiki is up to date.

##Current Points Sheet

1. Stats

2. Professions

3. Traits

4. Techniques

5. Items

6. Story Arcs

7. Devil Fruits

8. Factions

9. Haki

10. NPCs

11. Combat

12. Ships

13. Death

Have you ever been somewhere? Of course you have, but I'm talking about somewhere crowded. Loads of people as far as the eye can see. Enough sounds to confuse even Einstein. It's stressful, it's unnerving, all of the gore, the wretched violence, the countless numbers of people who still remained brainwashed, it was enough to curl one up into a ball. Still, despite all that was happening, there are things that you can never ignore.

"Waaa! Waaa!"

The sound of a baby crying. The sound of multiple babies crying could be heard all across the city. Of the many things that could be in a wave of gargled noise, the cries of an infant could always be made out. It would seem as if all the children in town were being taken from their parents. You could practically hear the cries throughout the entire city. But they were moving, and they were all leading back to one place. The Antedeum Playhouse.

####Here's the deal. With any luck the big...giant...patch...thing is going to be done in another week or two. If you haven't had a fight yet since the 'Purge' began, this is open for you. If you have, then you are HEAVILY advised not to seek out these babies. If you are currently involved in a thread, try and settle it before trying to join in this.

##Previous Threads

• Invitation from the Gazette

• Intro Thread

• Day One

• Night One

• Day Two

• Night Two

• Madam Webb Returns

• Day Three

• Night Three

At the moment we are working on a big update for the roleplay. And with this big update, comes something surprising.

###A REBOOT

Now, hold on. Before you get excited, just here me out. What we're doing is a soft reset. In addition to all the changes we're making at the moment, it is highly likely that all existing characters will be put through some sort of point loss as well. To accompany this, there will likely be a small time skip to help better set up all of the changes that are occurring.

When this happens, those of you that are here will be given a choice to keep your character or allowed a full reset at whatever point level you would be at now.

Again, this is not happening now but will be in the near future. But, we want to make sure those who have stayed with us and those that may be interested know what is to come.

Tl;dr: We're going to be doing a Soft Reset in the near future, which means you will be losing points. You will be allowed to keep your current character at a weaker state or will be allowed to make a new one at that new point level.

If you have any questions, shoot us a message on Skype or feel free to use Modmail.

Kiske

Sometimes you lose yourself on the path of life. You become something that would be unrecognizable in a mirror but something is able to bring you back. He felt her move ever so slightly in his arms as he walked and made sure that he and Lucille were still looking and maybe on the right path.

"So where would he be at? I need to find a doctor for her too."

##Last Season on Game of Pieces

Lily, the Dragonborne has spent years in South Blue amassing an army of wild warriors to avenge the death of her great family. Along the way she managed to find great leaders to help lead, managing to get two more Dragon model Devil Fruits to solidify her power.

Now her sails have been spotted here in the West Sea, ready to take back what's right fully hers.

Meanwhile, The Lord of the North Sea is making his own move to claim the now unclaimed prize of the West Sea. The owner of the Mythical Fenrir Fruit, he leads an army of trained knights and hopes to neat the Dragonborne to his goal.

Along the way, he's gained possession of the Nemien Lion Fruit and a battalion of Fishmen.

Who will win this epic battle? Choose your side, converge on the battlefield, and find out.

####filler, obviously, Eben if you pick a side, it's all good, the storyteller (me) can fill the remaining positions.

Gilgamesh moved slowly behind his shield, looking carefully left and right in case any more of those..things..were near. Walking slowly down a side alley towards the smell of hot coals, he reached a house, chimney sputtering out smoke. He knocked cautiously on the half-open door, waiting for a response for a few moments.

None came.

He edged inside, shield just below eye-level, looking back and forth. This wasn't abandoned - and like everything else on the island, it was pristine. The mantelpiece gleamed, the floor shone, the silverware was perfectly aligned on the sideboard - even the coals in the fireplace seemed to have been cleaned, only the sooty smoke and small flame giving any indication that it was on.

Gilgamesh closed the door behind him, leaving it unlocked but shut firmly, and sat down on an armchair. He looked through the high, narrow window behind the chimney, waiting for dawn to break and sanity to return.

####Feel free to jump in!

##The Sun was now Set

By now, there were plenty of screams in the air. The once notable paradise had now become a thing of nightmares. Citizens that were once happy and smiling were now crestfallen and scowling. Their minds warped as they began to move about the town, much like a drunken angry mob. Terrorizing new visitors and long time locals alike. People who all had no idea of what truly went on in this place. Fires were being set, bodies were being bloodied. All for an ideal that no one here could even understand at the moment.

"What the hell is this!?" "Stay back! Stay back!" "Mommy, where are you?" "Honey, put down that knife! Just relax, we can talk about this!" "Please, just leave us alone!"

Tears, blood, cries, they all rang through the newly present night. There would be no escape. The bridge was guarded end to end with officers, who stopped anyone that tried to leave. The cliffs of the island, now guarded as as spiked wires rose up from the ground, at least thirty feet high. A wall to keep you safe, some might say. There would be no escape. There would be no running. Only a horror that you could not escape from.

"Captured and controlled, or killed where they stand. Death be to all outsiders, a scourge upon our land. May we vanquish you quickly and bring peace to our band."

####If, you're still brainwashed, and you're unsure of what to be doing. Ask before posting here and I'll get back to you.

##Previous Threads

• Invitation from the Gazette

• Intro Thread

• Day One

• Night One

• Day Two

• Night Two

• Madam Webb Returns

• Day Three

A man named Sammael Dysis was in a red pin stripped suit, with a black vest and black dress pants grumbled in anger as he pulled the oars. He had just been kicked off of some pirate ship after assisting them with their troubles. Those fools thought they could sail and only bring meat and rum with them, never did they suspect that they would get scurvy. They came ashore promising gold and riches to any doctor that can help them. The man knew the pirate was lying about the gold, but he needed money and they had a ship.

After easily diagnosing them and reminding the crew to eat vitamin C they pushed him into a rowboat and left him out on his own,"Should've poisoned their meal while I was there," He muttered to himself as he continued to row. Soon enough he made it to an island with large buildings and water falls coming out of the tower.

The man raised an eyebrow and soon docked his rowboat at the shore. He put his Glaive on his back and picked up his doctors bag. His right hand readjusted his tie as he stepped off onto the shore,"Clear Water, Tall Buildings, Obviously rich which means I'm in Glasswater," The man sighed,"Well it's not Heitsu Islands, but it's something."

Lily

Lily woke up late in the evening, wondering where she was. It was very dark, and she was warm and comfortable in a bed. She was used to sleeping in the sand by the glow of a campfire and the moon and this freaked her out. She allowed her eyes to focus for a bit before suddenly realizing there was another body laying besides her. She jumped up, memories of the day suddenly rushing back to her.

"Too much... too much change" She whispered as she frantically crawled out of bed. She'd gone from a poor beggar to a spoiled princess overnight and she didn't know how to cope, it wasn't what she wanted... or was it?

Either way, she didn't know how to deal with it and panic took over her mind. Her mind was in fight or flee mode and had firmly settled on flee, so she quickly got back into her rags and wrote a hasty note.

"LeShade,

I will forever be grateful to you for helping me out, but I can't live like this. I need freedom...I need space.

I'll come look for you when my mind is settled, if you'd find it in your heart to forgive me for leaving you.

Yours truly, Lily"

With tears running down her cheeks she ran out and didn't stop running until she got to a fountain in a town square. She sat down on the edge of it and looked at her reflection with a sigh before splashing some of the water in her face to clean the tears.

Revell

After meeting with Caprice, Revell decides to immediately follow her instruction and head to the lighthouse on the edge of Glasswater. He figured he'd just head there, do a quick investigation, and be back in time for dessert.

"Hopefully it goes that smoothly."

Everyone else was still getting their bearings after the edible volcano that Kiske had prepared for them, and he felt more confident in being stealthy if he were alone, so he didn't tell anyone where he was going. He considered telling Zenith, but to be honest he was feeling a bit apprehensive after what Caprice had said. They could very well still be hypnotized. Perhaps a sort of sleeper agent type of thing. At any rate, he headed out, wondering what sorts of information he could get from the lighthouse.

If the last thing you saw were the first thing to appear in your vision in the mornings, as a sort of warning from the world, how would you be able to tell?

How would you be able to discern the warning from your mind waking up and simply

well, use the warning.

For today's song, let me introduce to you to our lovely subject.

"Today is going to be a good day!"

This woman here is an inhabitant of this lovely island, with a lovely smile, she wakes up every day at five to head and do the work she loves.

"Morning Mrs. Doubtfire!"

Every morning, she waves her neighbors and walks exactly 3.4 kilometers to a plaza near the comercial zone.

"I'm feeling a spicy menu may be the best option today!"

Every day, by six, she has already set up her little lovely stand and starts preparing the ingredients for the day along with the menu she decided to prepare for the afternoon.

"Where did i leave my keys..."

So it stands to reazon that she would enter this little stand made with nothing but woood and coverings, every instrument held carefully guarded in a locker that remained there every night.

"There they are! Now i j-"*

Of course, if you are reading this, this was no longer the case for today.

No, today was a completely different chain of events that kickstarted the second she took out her keys.

Vines covered her mouth as she could feel cold steel grabbing her hands as quickly as they pulled her from behind the locker, desperation filled her lungs before air could find a way out in a scream of help.

There was nothing she could do, it was not her fault, it was someone else's plan simply coming to fruition.

A pinch was the last thing she felt before sleep overcame her, a simple needle the end of her struggle.

So i ask again, how do you heed a warning that is part of the dream?

Silver

"Holy shit she scared me"

Dragging an uncouncious woman into the locker, the young man took out the entire contents of it before filling it with the woman and taking her apron. The plant on his back hizzed in annoyance.

"What? I was gonna pick the lock! I didn't count with her showing up like that!"

Locking the cabinet, the man took the tools and sprawled them all over the kitchen's locations and opened up the courtain that showed the stools lined up in the front, and without his knowledge, a sign that read "Help Wanted"

"See? All we need to do is lay low for the rest of the day and boom, no more creepy police behind us."

Kiske

Kiske got eight chairs and set them all around the large round dining table. He made sure to carefully place plates and napkins at each seat as well as a set of silverware. The food was mostly finished cooking and all he had to do was place it on the table. He had gone through all of his peppers and capsacin and wasn't looking forward to actually eating the food but really hoped it would work. He had just gotten off the phone to Asami and gave her directions to the house that he was making dinner at and told her that he was thinking about moving in with his friends there and she was welcome to as well, even if she didn't he wanted her to come and have dinner with them.

In the middle of the table Kiske began bringing large dishes filled with food. He had a nice spicy Korean fried chicken coated with hot peppers and an appealing red glaze over it that would make most people's mouths water. He placed a huge bowl filled with a golden orange angel hair pasta he called devil hair pasta by himself because of the pepper added to it that gave it a strawberry blonde look. He placed some jalapeno popper quiche next on the table proud that it turned out the way it did with such a meaty amount of pepper. The biggest bowl he put on the table yet had a deep ladle in a crimson orange liquid, a delicious jumbalaya with the freshest ingredients he could find. He had everything set out and the desert waiting in the fridge. He put the extra dishes in the sink and waited for the door to open his guests set to arrive any minute now.

Kaja stood out in the open with her rapier at her side with a concentrated look on her face. "what happened here some kind of fireworks show gone bad..? wait where is my stuff?!" Her eyes grew wide full of disbelief and anger as she gritted her teeth. There was smoke going from a place where part of the hotel used to be her hotel room was relatively close , of all the rotten luck she thought . One of the police officers eyed her almost as if he felt her anger she smiled as she tried to look like a person not about to start some trouble. she tied her head scarf tighter as she headed over to the entrance of the hotel to ask the manager some questions...

Kaja shifted her hair to the side with a flick of her hand as she looked over to the man in the front desk, her face was in a smile but her posture said it all, she was going to get her way to the manager even if it meant chopping the man in front of her in half. The young bell boy quickly made a call and asked her to kindly wait , he looked around nerviously as he felt Kaja gaze on him . An older gentleman in a tailored suit opened a door from the back, his walk was confident and lax " Hello young miss, how can I help you". Kaja began to speak her head archered forward a bit looking at the man in front of her. " yes I hope you can... so there was an incident and my hotel room was burned down ... I was hoping you had some answers as to why this has happened..." .

Kiske

Kiske walked through the streets of the town with a few brown bags with vegetables peaking out of the top of the bags in his arms. He was whistling a little song as happy as he could be to just exist in this moment even though he had bigger things on his mind. He thought about if this would even be possible with his plan but settled that if it didn't he had a few other methods he could try out.

##For the Remainder of the Night

The Police Officers were in full effect that evening and late into the morning, taking in whomever looked even slightly suspicious. There paranoia not unwarranted as tensions grew. Two hours after the incident, the hotel was reopened. Though many of the people staying near the incident area would be questioned on what they knew of what occurred.

##Somewhere Dark, Dank, and Spooky...

"So, when the fuck were you guys gonna tell me!?"

Amongst the group of people talking in a group, there was one who seemed quite furious about something compared to the rest of them. They seemed to be taking issue with how the rest had been...acting, so to speak.

"Listen, just calm down."

"I'm not gonna fucking calm down! I built it! I made it for a fucking reason!"

Of course, there was one asshole in the room, just casually sipping tea.

"Yes, and we've been using it explicitly for that purpose. Just look at how prosperous everything is."

"You perverted it! It wasn't supposed to be used like this!"

And another asshole who seemed to like talking in funny accents.

"Bit late for that now, isn't it love? Aye?"

"Don't you use that fucking voice on me, you little bitch. You know what you did! You all know what you did! This was supposed to be a safe haven! A place to start over! Start Fresh! To forget any of that shit ever happened! And you do this!"

"Yea? And what of it?"

"What of it? It's fuc-"

Before she could continue however, she was cut off. She wasn't the only one that could get angry.

"We worked our asses off for this. We managed, we scrimped, we made this place what it is. All you did was help us keep it in order. What have you done, since then?"

The room went silent as no one said a word. The weight of the quiet was truly upon them.

"That's right. Nothing. But, you think you can shit on our show? You think you have the right to tell us what to do!? You dick around in that fucking shop all day and can't even get more than 20 people inside in a whole week. But, suddenly you're the boss?"

"..."

"That's what we fucking thought. Just keep quiet and stay out of our way."

"Well, if she's done can we actually talk about what's important."

Feeling a bit downtrodden, the woman stormed out of the room. For the first time in awhile she truly felt like a waste of space.

"Well she's acting like a little bitch."

There was an audible nod in the room as everyone seemed to be in agreement. She would have to go and soon.

"Quite, now what were you saying before she interrupted."

"I was saying people have figured it out. We pulled as many as we could without looking suspicious, but if we're going through with the plan. We'll need to be careful. It could happen again.

"Well, if anything the two that got away are being given, prototype models."

"Are they functional?"

"They'll do enough. The data alone should be sufficient."

"Splendid!"

One of them then belched loudly, signifying that she was done with her meal.

"Well, if we're all done. I gotta go take care of that piece of shit from last night. We can control the rest, but that one? Fucker needs to get shut up."

##Now

After a night of wrestling, fine dining, flash sales, and terrorism. The town awoke the next morning to find itself gearing up for a festival of some sort. The town square, around where the fountain was located, was full of various stands and assorted festival game. For whatever the reason, the booths were mostly run by locals, along with various tourists who wished to sell whatever wares they might have. It was a welcome change from the snootiness that were the dinner party and the weird bumpkin shenanigans that were the mud wrestling contest.

##Previous Threads

• Invitation from the Gazette

• Intro Thread

• Day One

• Night One

• Day Two

• Night Two

• Madam Webb Returns

####Occasionally there will be posts made in this thread that have stands open that you can play at. All cost money to play, and all give prizes if you manage to win. If you got an idea for a stand, let me know and we’ll work something out.

Rei

Rei moves through the town slowly, creeping through the shadows between the buildings. Every now and then the small girl would seem to stop, sniffing the air, before moving again. She could smell something rather familiar, something that she deeply enjoyed.

The girl keeps moving, it takes her a while to find the source of the smell, led to another alley she realises that it's come from a person that she couldn't see too well. Standing at the entrance to the alley she isn't sure what to do, whether she should go up and say something or whether she should just leave. It would look a bit odd for it to be that late and have a little girl come out of nowhere to stare at you, but Rei didn't really know what else to do..

"Excuse me.."

"What that smell?"

##Glasswater Detention Area

It was odd. While most of Glasswater has this vibrant aesthetic to it, gleaming of wealth and prosperity, the jails looked so...wretched. Normal jail cells, scattered throughout the police office. Dark, dank, and looking as if they hadn't seen a broom in forever. Here, the criminal and wrong doers of the island would find themselves. Waiting and biding their time until they were to be released from their confines.

*Lucy would have found herself here, bored with nothing to do and wait for whatever was to come. She still might not have been entirely sure of how she'd even gotten here. Her boots were confiscated, being given a pair of slippers in their stead. Suddenly, two smiling police officers would walk in, a young man, in a straight jacket being dragged along the floor. If it wasn't apparent the coat had seastone in various places, making it hard for LeShade to move at all. Into a cell they'd toss him and then they'd walk right back out, not uttering a word. At least she'd have someone to talk to. If he woke up that is...

####Welcome to Prison. If you get arrested I'm sure you'll be able to join in the festivities.

Zenith

Everything went wrong. From a guy having a total and complete meltdown. To a girl taking any drug that you can name. Heroine, Crack, Meth. Just kidding, but the point was that what was supposed to be a simple night of helping some people out turned into a total fiasco. And at the end of it all, it went into the worse case scenario with Zenith getting out by the skin of his teeth.

He didn't have much time...possibly. With the police soon to becoming involved, he needed to pass on the information he had before it was too late. Before everything they did became for naught. Before he himself becomes trapped in this accursed town.

"Where are you?"

The fact was, Souji wasn't sure what kind of place this was or what it was trying to be. But right now, there were too many uncertainties to be accounted for. So he wanted to at least be covered for this one. It was an expensive material, something he doubted was even available on an island like this, normally. So, he made a call.

Sitting in front of the fountain, the young man waited as a cloaked figure seemed to appear out of nowhere and approached the young man.

"You rang, kid? Ain't often you call. Must be important?"

"We'll see if it is. That material you guys found a while back. You still got it? The special salt."

"Sure. What you need? Lemme guess, a pistol?"

"You know me so well. Use this as the base."

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out one of his pistols, holding it carefully so anyone who walked by didn't get the wrong idea. This was a legal business transaction. Nothing more.

"Red Sand. Manual. Can shoot out flames if you get it hot enough."

The cloaked man takes the pistol and admires the work. Wear and tear aside, he liked what he saw.

"You sure, kid? Looks like a pretty nice weapon."

"Yea, I'm certain. Got two anyway, so might as well take the risk. Actually, do me one more favor. Need this one to be changed up a little too."

"Alright, gimme an hour and I'll have em back to ya."

##Current Weapons

Tapas & Reinhart: Twin steel pistols that Souji won from a tournament long ago. The pistols are made from steel while the inside of the barrels are lined with red sand glass. The grips are coated with comfortable yet durable leather, all painted in gold and black. It’s been said that the pistols may have something angelic about them, able to somehow emit holy flames to extinguish an evil presence, though Souji has yet to see this himself.

Cost: 36,000 Beli

##Desired Weapons

Logi & Tiamat: A pair of formally identical pistols that have been modified since Souji first got them. Logi is a red and gold pistol constructed with red sand glass, allowing it to heat up through repeated use, or to shoot out flaming bullets if you so choose. Tiamat on the other hand is silver and blue, being constructed of supreme salt. Both guns have comfortable leather grips and grooves near the hammer of the gun, allowing liquids to be fed into the barrel to coat the next bullet fired.

Cost: 52,800 Beli

Difference: 16,800 Beli

Gwydion

Gwydion never quite knew where the merchant ship he was riding would go to, mainly because he never asked. He found out, after a couple of trail and errors, that if he just walked on with a group of people and didn't stop to ask questions, no one said a thing. He didn't want to pay any money if he didn't have to. As for Nerys, his pet falcon, she mainly just flew around ship and cuddled inside the hood of Gwydion's cloak when night fell.

The ship finally docked and Gwydion figured he should probably go into town for some supplies. As he was trying to walk away from the ship he heard a voice yelling at him.

"Hey, Buddy! Yeah you where do you think your going!? Get over here and unload this shit!"

"Oh right, sure thing..." He spent the next couple of hours helping the crew unload cargo, while Nerys just looked at him in disappointment. As the crew was on going back on to the boat to get the last couple of cargo boxes he figured now would be his best chance to walk away.

"Sorry about that" He said to Nerys as she pecked his ear and climbed onto his shoulder under his hood. Reattaching his crossbow to his arm under his sleeve he walked into the city, Glasswater.

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Rei

The town wasn't very interesting, that was putting it in the politest way possible. Rei had travelled to so many places, done so much, yet this town just seemed oddly quiet. The girl didn't like it so much, despite the fact the marines weren't around she didn't feel safe still. The girl had come to peace with herself, everything felt better, she felt happier and in general, lighter, stronger.

This was definitely a good thing. The Fanged huntress has a smile on her face as she walks down another street in the town, wondering where it may lead to. The fact that there was no fighting was odd in itself, it seemed to be that wherever they went there was some form of fighting going on either way.

Casually the girl throws the new doll up and down, it was so soft, she couldn't help but smile, she couldn't help but have the feeling it was 'watching over her' in some way, despite how stupid that may sound to anybody. At least it was her companion during her boring travels around the town.

Kiske

Kiske was sat near the fountain of Glasswater just nursing his wounds. He had a little discoloration in his face at several spots and his body wrapped beneath his clothes. He looked like shit and boy did it show. He groaned as he sat down and just breathing was a miraculous act for him. He made all sorts of wheezing and groany noises just as his body did what it was required to do for basic human life. He found a rather odd smile on his face as he took a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and placed them over his eyes barely covering the black eye on his right side the bruise still showing on his face where the glasses didn't cover.

"He truly would be someone fearsome to fight truly. I would have to do it all on instinct to even have a chance."

Lily

Lily had been traveling from island to island, taking the odd job here and there to get by, ever since she'd lost her relatives. It had been quite a few years ago, and so much had happened since then that they were no more than a distant memory now.

She was looking for a place to fit in, and she'd randomly selected Glasswater to be the next place she'd give it a try. The moment she saw the island getting into sight she already knew she'd made a terrible decision though. The island and city were breathtaking and she'd never felt so out of place somewhere before. She'd always lived in poverty, and her torn clothes and tangled hair stood out like a sore thumb in the port, she didn't even want to know what it'd be like in the city.

She was just standing on a remote part the beach now, pondering on how to get to the next island. She couldn't swim, she'd never learned how to, and most of the merchant ships wouldn't just take her for free. She could cook, so sometimes she managed to land a job as a chef, but most of the times she had to sneak on as a stowaway.

Today had been no exception, but she'd been detected sneaking off the ship and had only just managed to escape by running as fast as she could. This did however mean she couldn't just use the same ship to move away from the island again, it appeared she had to figure out a new plan.

After recovering from the sprint for a bit she took a deep breath and decided she'd have to face the city after all if she wanted to find a new job. She pulled the hood of her cloak up, her long bright red hair showing but her face mostly obscured so the merchants wouldn't recognize her, and made her way back to port to follow the path into the city.

"Hey! You! Young lady!" She heard, just as she thought she was safe and unrecognized. It appeared her hair drew more attention than she'd first imagined, the man yelling at her was definitely the captain of the merchant ship. She cursed softly to herself before she started running again, speeding towards the city.

Lucille

After wandering into that little shop, which seemed to have a very recognizable shopkeeper, actually lucy was pretty sure she had seen her before. Hmm...regardless, she had a new dress! a heavy one at that. what was this fabric? she had to try it on immediately of course, so after rushing back to her room and a few minutes of attempts, she had the garment on properly. It was heavy, and felt easy to move around in. Not too heavy though. Hmmm...

The obvious thing to do was the fish for a little bit of attention. there was one she knew would compliment her no matter what, but she liked getting honest reactions out of him. plus she could walk the town like this too! how exciting!

Before heading out, she called to her dearest:

"Souji! come look at this~!"

Tara Grovene

It had only been a day or so, but Tara already felt like she had lived in this paradise for what feels like her entire life. She was walking through the gorgeous town of Glasswater on the exquisite island of Nablar, her ever loyal friend following behind her holding Tara's shamisen in her arms like a child holding something for their parent. The two proceeded to sit on the edge of the fountain in the center of town to enjoy the sights. Zoe held out the instrument to Tara whom took it with a grateful smile, ruffling her hair in appreciation, and began tuning it to play a quaint little song at a very modest volume as to not interrupt anyone else's day.

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As Zoey, Jack and LeShade entered the fancy looking hotel, they made their way down the hallway to Room 101. Digging his hand into his pocket, Jack searched for a key. He'd been getting bad at leaving his keys in the room, leaving Gray to bail him out; but lucky he had a spare one.

"Got it" he mumbled as he pulled the key from his pocket and pushed it into the lock.

Click

Unlocking the door and pushing it open gently, he rubbed the back of his head and let out a yawn.

"Alright, let's organize something for dinner. Any ideas?" he muttered as he gestured the pair inside.

With any luck, Gray would be here to join them shortly too- though he imagined the kid could probably cook about as well as he could. Really, he wasn't sure what the hell they were going to serve up.. some leftover cookies from Lucy maybe? Macaroni? How the hell was he even still alive without Liz to cook for him?!