#maljefe

"Oi, What's with the yelling? You've asked to to go right, so I've been doing just that, do you really have to shout it out??"

"D'ya think singin' th' Big Bad Wolf song's 'propriate fer th' kits? I'on wannem listenin' t' anythin' fuckin' stupid - 'specially iffin it's gonna give 'em bad ideas 'bout their momma. Ain't down fer none o' tha'. Life's hard 'nough. 'Sides, 'em lil turds are pups too, so, y'know-" Mostly talking to himself, he absently palmed at his wife's hip, hand sliding up her side to only draw her closer to him. Some internalized gesture to reassure himself, and her to some extent. He stared down at the crib he dug out of his endless supply of crap, wondering what their little ones would like sleeping in it, happy and fed and no doubt farting themselves awake. "Wha's tha' human stuff-- Lil' Einsteins? No, no, maybe we should jus play Beeth-oven fer 'em, somethin' tha' gets their lil brains goin', connectin' th' right brain bits..."

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"I heard you were quite the fighter before you joined us, huh?" came the voice of one of the members of Loni's mafia. Looking over to him, Togame's expression is deadpan as he simply nods, not bothering to speak... which seems to only spur the man on further. "I heard some other things about you too, you know... how you were quite the prick... seems those stories are true at least.."

Togame's eye twitches as he heaves a sigh, shaking his head. "I don't care what you've heard..." he drawls, unaware that Loni was watching this entire interaction happen. Spurred on by courage that he shouldn't feel, the man grins, slapping Togame hard on the shoulders in a manner not entirely friendly... a fact that has Togame's hands curling into fists.

"Oh c'mooon, you could at least tell us if you were really a mindless pawn... you did everything your precious boss told you to do, didn't you? You-" "Stop it... leave it alone.." Togame spoke, mostly to himself, though as a warning towards the other.

"-Or what, huh big shot? You lost your fight to Loni, you can't be all that. You were nothing to your boss if he just threw-"

"Listen, normally I am the one on your doorstep so what's going on now. Liam needs to be put down or something?" She crossed her arms over her chest, head leaning to the side as she took in her sister standing on her doorstep.

❝ “Your boss is dead, now what?” As the blood drips from her claws she tilts her head, gaze curious as she stares at him. “If you try to attack me I’ll kill you just like I did him. However… hmm…” She walks up to him, yanking his shirt to bring him down to her level (with shockingly strong force for her size). “You seem like you could be useful…” ❞

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He had to fight for his life, literately. It happened so fast that Jaekyung didn't have time to react before being plummeted to the ground by some large dark beast. Being one of the best fighters in his group, he fought and killed a few of the beasts as they attacked the mansion of his boss.

He used whatever weapons he could grab, he fought hand-to-hand combat, and he used his trusty dagger to slice and stab whatever got in his way. He had to hurry and save his boss. Jaekyung ran as fast as he could and he knew that all this would be over once his boss was killed.

"Boss!"

He screamed in fury as he rammed through the large doors that led to his boss' office, only to stop frozen in his tracks. The man that got him out of the streets, got him the freedom to do what he wanted, to kill, and rose from the ranks to be the man's right hand....laid dead on the ground.

"You bitch!"

He hissed but stopped as she barely flinched at his verbal attack, but it was useless as he felt her strength from just a yank on his shirt, their eyes meeting and he knew if he did or said anything wrong...he was good as dead.

❝ I sure damn did , but it was a grandpa wit no face. ’m still workin’ on ’im. ❞

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And one man cannot change the world alone.

For that he would need people he trusted and being who he was, he worked alone, he always had and he always will, there was little love within him for the pirates of the world, but the marines as well.

Had caught up with his lack of respect for them.

His titles had been taken, his immunity stripped, the crimes he had committed, his bounty, all of it had come back, the entire world was looking right at him once more and wishing to see him fall, for someone to rise up and take his place.

“This is meant to be, a ship?” As he casually walked on the deck, the small ship he had, more link a blank of wood within the water, had hit the side of there ship in the middle of the night and he had claimed aboard and made himself comfortable, eating there food, drinking there wine, sitting on the deck, with a chair, and food on a barrel as he would dine.