>>3270160
>> memorizing laws and regulations
>Boy
> 19
> if we get to chose a name ( harry flashman)

>>3270164
+1

You’ll get to pick your name, but a bit later. I’m holding off for now because Reasons (although Harry Flashman is a good choice).

>boy
>19
>good at laws/regs

Packing your small bag of personal items, you pause to take one final look around the dormitory that’s been your home for the past year. Over there is where Michio puked up after sneaking in that sake... over there is where Davy tried to pants a new transfer, and ended up getting punched in the face...

Actually, your memories of here are kind of shit, so you finish packing instead.

Are you meant to run around taking photos in your uniform, or are you supposed to wear civilian clothes and be discreet? Apparently you’ll get more instructions once you report in at Loguetown, but that’s nearly two months away even, even going through the Calm Belt.

Screw it - you pack your uniforms just in case, hefting the pack onto your back, and then the case of (Marine property) photography equipment over one shoulder.

Ambling forwards, you pause at the door to glance back at the few remaining classmates who haven’t already left for their own assignments. You’re not really friends with any of them, considering you’re at the bottom of... pretty much everything, while everyone else has a proud Marine or government family pushing them on to greatness, but still. You’re ten minutes earlier than expected, so you have a little time for goodbyes.

> Say goodbye to your classmates.
> Track down and say goodbye to the one teacher who believed in you.
> Track down the particular teacher who had it out for you and shove your graduation in their face.
> Get to the ship early.
> (Other)

>>3270182
>> (Other)
>visit the local bar for the last sip before embarking

>the quickest beer known to man

With ten minutes on the clock, it’s pretty obvious what you need to do.

ACQUIRE BOOZE.

No more delays; you even speed up a little more than your customary lazy snail’s pace, leavin* the Academy and its grounds full of proud graduates saying their farewells to local family and friends before they head on onto their new positions.

As for your own family... well. Never mind that.

Into the streets of Marineford, you shove open the door of the Cannonball, favorite drinking haunt of Academy students (and sometimes staff), ignoring the tinkling of the bell on the door.

Behind the bar, Redrick, ex-Marine and current drunkard, looks up from where he’s ‘sampling’ his stock. “Well, well...” He runs a sharp gaze over the uniform you wear, shaking his head in amused disbelief. “You actually made it, huh, brat?”

>Told you I would, you old fart. Now give me a beer to remember this shithole by! (Blunt, cocky personality, less self-control)
>Nah, nah, just stole the uniform before I ran, y’know? Just pretend you never saw me and gimme a drink, yeah? (Sarcastic, joker personality, less extroverted)
>Yeah. Beer. (Minimum effort, maximum... sleep.)
>(Other, feel free to mention any speech style or tics, or personality you’d want)

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>>3270202
>>Told you I would, you old fart. Now give me a beer to remember this shithole by! (Blunt, cocky personality, less self-control)
with a cockney accent

>>3270202
>Yeah. One beer. Please. (Minimum effort, maximum... sleep. Exact. Polite)

These two votes are kind of mutually incompatible, so I’ll hold this vote open for a while, and if there’s no more, I’ll roll a d2. In the meantime, if you’d like to pick a primary weapon for the hopefully rare times you’ll enter combat...
>Sword (katana, standard Officer grade)
>Pistol
>Other (will be of average quality, rarer types of weaponry will be harder to train with or mend/replace if broken)

Rolled 1 (1d2)

ROLLIN’ FOR PERSONALITY ‘COS THAT’S HOW I ROLL

>>3270222
officer saber and a pistol in the hip for long-range combat

>Cocky shit
>May or may not have a cockney accent, we’ll see how shit turns out

“Told you I would, you old fart,” you announce, sauntering into the joint and jabbing a finger at one of the pumps for that sweet ambrosia, alcohol. “Now, give me a beer to remember this shithole by!”

Redrick scoffs, which turns into a cough, which turns into hacking off a wad of phlegm, which he he then hawks somewhere behind the bar. Ew. Still, you’re a Marine now, and you can put up with far worse than that!

“Punk, you’re gonna get yerself killed in a week!” He starts pulling a pint for you, chuckling away as he shoves it across the bar. “On the house, kid, you earned it. Where you headin’?”

“Loguetown,” you manage to reply, swallowing the first mouthful. You neglect to mention you’ll be taking pictures and not, you know, actually fighting pirates.

Redrick’s eyebrows raise. “Loguetown, huh? Well, now, isn’t that a coincidence...” He rubs his stubbled chin thoughtfully as you try to finish your pint and keep an eye on the clock at the same time. “Kid, you think you could pass a little something on for me, over there? It’ll take a few minutes, if you can just watch the bar while I grab it.”

“Uh,” you say, all eloquence, eyes darting between the door and your watch.

[COCKINESS ACTIVATES!]

Screw it, you can manage it. “Sure, go ahead,” you decide, shrugging as you drain the last few drops. Yeah, you only have five minutes before you need to run - actually RUN - to make it to the docks, but it’ll be fiiiiiiiine. Probably.

You watch Redrick vanish out the back to get... whatever... and take a quick look around. With its usual clientele graduating today, the place is pretty empty until the next batch of wide-eyed teens transfer in. Neither of the two other customers look like they’re about to cause trouble, so you lean against the bar and keep an eye on the clock.

>Roll 1d10

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>3270244

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>3270244

It’s seams that the dice wills it

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>3270244

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>3270244

>4
>Just made it!

Four long minutes stretch out, before Redrick returns, clunking down the back stairs on his peg-leg, and appearing at the bar to shove a letter and a long, thin, brown-wrapped packaged into your hands.

Looking at the package, feeling the heat of it... “This is a sword, right, old man?”

“Look at you, functioning eyes and everything!” Redrick coughs again, and motions you to put them away. You shove the letter into your bag, but the wrapped-up sword (a katana?) is... well, yet another thing for you to carry. You tuck it under one arm and hope it doesn’t hit anyone when you run to the ship. “You give those to Captain Smoker, got it? He’s C.O. of Loguetown, so not hard to find - you want another drink?”

“YesbutIgottarunBYE,” you yell, jabbing a finger at your watch, and spinning to run as if Silvers Rayleigh himself is chasing after you.

ONWARDS! TO THE DOCKS!

You hurtle through the streets at top speed (which isn’t very fast, but it’s been a while since you put real effort into running).

A grand total of one minute before the ship is due to pull up the gangplank, you find yourself dashing up it, breathing hard as you stumble and try not to collapse on the deck of the Marine ship ‘Calavera’.

Infantry, performing last minute checks on the rigging, laugh and shake their heads at your exhausted appearance, while a Lieutenant, judging by his uniform, stalks over, frowning.

“You! Are you Ensign -“

>Flashman?
>Teach?
>Portgas? (Not Ace, nor Gol D Roger’s kid, but you are a D)
>[MYSTERY BOX, you’re related to someone canonically important but are not aware it; dice roll to determine who]
>Other

>>3270267
Flasman
A proper gentlemen ( not)

>>3270267
>Flashman
Forgot to greentext

Two 4s and two 5s... I’ll give you guys some kind of bonus for those later.

Also, if you don’t want to be related to anyone in canon, just pick Flashman or use Other to vote for some other name. Voting for primary weapon is still open as well, saber and pistol are in the lead.

OH, forgot to say if you want Flashman AND mystery box, you can combine them. That should be all unless anyone has questions.

>>3270267
>MYSTERY BOX

I'LL TAKE THE BOX

>>3270267
>Flashman!
We forge our own destiny!!!

>>3270267
Flash and mystery

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>for queen and country

>>3270275
Yeah I'm fine with that
>>3270267
>Flashman
>mystery box

Do we get bonus to seduction/bluff/cheat or languages. as a flashman?

>>3270267
>Flashman
>mystery box
Who's it gonna be?

Okay, so we’ve got three for mystery and two for JUST Flashman. I’ll wait a couple of minutes, in case anyone wants to change their votes but right now, you’re going to be a Flashman (first name Harry, I assume, the hero of the Marines) AND a mystery box.

If mystery box is confirmed, be aware that unless things go totally off the rails, you won”t ICly be aware of it or have it matter for a long while.

In a couple of minutes if mystery box still stands, a d10 will be rolled.

>>3270287
You guy should rolled dual 4s and dual 5s earlier, if you want to use the bonus I was going to give yo for those to give yourself a +8 (d100) bonus on ONE of those options, I’ll allow it. You guys can discuss if you want, while I -

>>3270290
Okay, mystery box wins.

So people of this chat
>seduction
>bluff
>cheat
Or >languages

Rolled 4 (1d10)

Ignore this

>>3270296
>cheat
Or
>languages

>>3270299
Oof

>>3270303
You actually got one of the best options, I am EXCITE

Writing update now, feel free to continue discussions while I spew words onto my screen.

>>3270305
That lucky 4
>mfw it the noble dragon people ( holy dragon or something)

>>3270305
Why are these 4s so good consistently

>HARRY FLASHMAN, WHAT A GUY
>m-m-mystery box

“- Flashman?”

“Yessir!” You shove yourself to attention, snapping off a salute and trying not to twitch in panic - no, not panic, never panic! - as the officer stands in front of you, arms crossed.

“Are you aware that you nearly missed our departure, Ensign?”

“Yes sir, I’m sorry, sir! I was -“

“I don’t care for excuses, Ensign, only results.” The scowl relaxes slightly as the Lieutenant looks away, causing the rest of the infantry to stop listening in and hurry back to work. “It’ll be just over three weeks to Loguetown, assuming no delays - you’ll be taking lessons in navigation while on board, but apartment from that, your only duties are to familiarize yourself with your new... equipment.” He doesn’t sound impressed by the idea of being a photographer. “Apparently that’s ‘more important’ than training for actual combat, but I’d recommend at least getting some practice in, anyway. If we get into combat, I’m expecting you to take part. Understood?”

“Yessir!” ... Your arm is starting to hurt from all this saluting.

The Lieutenant (Domino, you learn from one of the crew) nods sharply and stalks off to oversee the ship’s departure, while a petty officer shows you to your tiny cabin.

You have (hopefully only) three weeks at See.

>Roll 1d100 for random encounters for first week, I’ll take the middle of 3.

>>3270309
Something something 4 is the number of death something something

>>3270327
>three weeks at SEA, not see
Fuck autocorrect

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>3270327

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>3270327
Ahoy shenanigans!

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>3270327

Rolled 72 (1d100)

Let's see what happens, there aren't many quests in which we can be a Photographer (Probably because that's considered useless in OP's verse, but whatever)

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>3270327
Praise thee dice gods

>>3270332
Flash lucks

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>3270327

Holy shit there are so many of you...

ANYWAY, 21 is the middle of the first three! That means you have an incredibly boring first week, with no encounters (because then Calavera is speeding through as quickly as possible to deliver mail and supplies, trying to avoid combat).

So, pick 3 things to focus on for Week 1.
>Photography training
>Sword training
>Pistol training
>Sailing training (rigging, general ship knowledge)
>General fitness training
>Socialising with crew
>Other?

You get an automatic +1 to Navigation as that’s mandatory training.

>>3270347
>Photography training
>Pistol training
>Sailing training

>>3270347

>Photography training
>Sailing Training
>Socializing with the crew

As far as the main character is aware, he is only supposed to be a photographer (Correct me if I am wrong), so he shouldn't be thinking about fighting since it IS his first week, after all.

>>3270347
>Photography training
>Sword training
>General fitness training

>>3270347
>Sailing training (rigging, general ship knowledge)
>General fitness training
>Photography training

>>3270347
>Sword training
>Pistol training
>general fitness

>>3270352
True, but all marines should know self-defense. Plus, he's well aware pirates pass through his neck of the ocean. Doesn't hurt to be prepared.

>>3270352
Well a photographer in the one piece universe

Gonna call it for Photography, Sailing and General Fitness, writing.

>Photography
>Sailing
>General Fitness

Over the course of the first week, while the Calavera speeds through the seas (minus the occasional stop at an island to pick up or drop off mail), you familiarize yourself with your new camera equipment, reading through the manual and experimenting with different angles and lights.

While you don’t join the crew for actual combat lessons, helping out with manning the ship - and exercising up on deck - at least seem to keep Lt. Domino off your back. He isn’t friendly, but you get a brisk nod from him now and then; apparently he doesn’t think you’re slacking off, as proven by your steadily growing understanding of navigation. While the subject isn’t entirely useful in the Grand Line, it’s far moreso in the Blues, and it’s always a useful skill for a Marine to read the skies or water.

Apart from your training and occasionally snapping a picture for practice, you mostly keep to yourself, learning only a few names. Still, probably best for officers and infantry not to mix, right?

>Roll 1d100 for 2nd week, middle of 3.

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>3270380

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>3270380

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>3270380

Damn, this trip is boring. Please try to get attacked for your third week, okay?

>Vote again for same choices, pick 3 please!

>>3270391
>Photography training
>Sword training
>Pistol training

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>3270380

Hopefully we don't get into a fight soon, since we are pretty green as we are right now

>>3270391
>Photography training
>Pistol training
>Sailing training

>>3270393

What he says, also lol, rolled too late

>>3270391
>>Photography training
>>Sword training
>>Reminscene about the past
Mystery box?

Will try, Captain.

>>3270393
Support. Out of boredom, Flashman starts getting curious about his skill with his weapons of choice.

>>3270380
>Sword training
>Pistol training
>general fitness

Photography, Pistol, Sword, writing.

Actually, might as well roll me that 1d100 for the last week now, while I write You’re traveling through the Calm Belt, so things could get interesting!

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>3270408

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>3270408
Buckle up, buckaroo!

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>3270408

Hoping is not a one, or a hundred.

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>3270408
C'mon gimme some luk

>>3270411
>>3270412
>>3270413
We are sea king repellent

>Photography, Pistol, Stabbing Things

For the second week at sea, feeling a little stronger (and not prone to collapsing so soon), you turn to combat. Well, practicing it, at least. You drill in pistols with the crew, and Lt. Domino deigns to give you some lessons and pointers in sabers that the Academy neglected to teach - he seems to be warming up to you more, now he knows you’re not a waste of space, although he still seems annoyed by making Marines take Bounty photos. According to what he grumbles one day, he’d rather the Government rely on freelance photographers for that, to free up Marines for more dangerous duties.

Getting close enough to criminals to take pictures of their faces sounds dangerous enough to you, but whatever. A lot of pirates out there really aren’t happy to have their pictures taken - on the other hand, one of the officers tells you at breakfast one day, other pirates are absolutely delighted to have a good Bounty poster, and might even pose for you.

... Pirates are batshit insane.

In any case, you feel a little more comfortable with a sword or pistol in hand now, not to mention a camera. You won’t be winning photography competitions any time soon, but your pictures shouldn’t have glowing red eyes or blurry lights unless your subjects actually HAVE those.

>Third week roll: 23

... After a few days on the Calm Belt, the crew isn’t sure whether to be paranoid and twitchy, or make offerings to a sea goddess.

“This is the first time through the Calm Belt we’ve never been attacked by Sea Kings or pirates,” one of the crew mentions to you, almost in awe, while the two of you help out with respositioning some cannons.

“Really? Is it normally that dangerous?”

“Oh yeah,” he insists. “And the pirates you get here are normally stronger, too, because can afford seastone-lined hulls. Some of them are even Yonkou subordinates!”

Thus, greatly annoying the QM, you spend a peaceful third week:

>Pick 3 training again, after this you’ll arrive at Loguetown.

>>3270437
>Pistol training
>General fitness training
>Sword training

>>3270437
>Sailing training (rigging, general ship knowledge)
>General fitness training
>Photography training

>>3270437
>Photography training
>General fitness training
>Sailing training (rigging, general ship knowledge)

>>3270437
>Sailing training (rigging, general ship knowledge)
>General fitness training
>Photography training

>>3270445
+1

>>3270441
This

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>>3270445
This I guess. Gotta max out that Photography skill since it's our job, and sailing and fitness are good for being able to travel to different pirates to take their pictures.

Sailing, Photography, General Fitness, writing.

>>3270457
I’ll get you yet.

>Sailing, Photography, General Fitness

By the time you step off the ship at Loguetown, infant racing past you (either loaded down with bags of mail, or just rushing to shore-leave), you’re actually feeling pretty confident.

Three weeks of decent exercise has left you in better physical condition than ever, even if you’d collapsed into your hammock every night feeling like death warmed over. Lt. Domino seems pretty relaxed with you now, even giving you a quick pat on the shoulder and a quick nod as you leave the ship (from him, that’s pretty much a hug and bursting into tears), and you find it’s not nearly as much effort to carry your own luggage, your photography equipment, and Redrick’s mysterious sword package.

Standing on the docks as new, outgoing mail is loaded onto the Calavera, you take in the sights, sounds and smells of Loguetown, city of the beginning and the end.

It’s... it’s pretty much just a dock.

“Right,” you mutter, straightening yourself up and taking a deep breath. “I can do this. I can do this. Okay.”

Let’s see - you need to report to Captain Smoker at the local Marine base, to let him know you’ve arrived. Then...

>you can sort out your lodgings inside the base. (You’re in unform, and will present yourself as a Marine while you work.)
>you can find lodgings somewhere in the city. (You’re in civilian clothes, and will continue to do so - it may help you get closer to criminals without suspicion.)
>Other combination of lodgings/clothes?

(This will be a fairly major decidion; if you decide to pretend to be a civilian, this will cut off some ways you can do things, but open other options. People will also react differently to you depending on whether they think you’re a Marine or not.)

>>3270491
>you can sort out your lodgings inside the base. (You’re in unform, and will present yourself as a Marine while you work.)
We are a gentleman soldier
Plan Competent marine is a go

>>3270491
>you can find lodgings somewhere in the city. (You’re in civilian clothes, and will continue to do so - it may help you get closer to criminals without suspicion.)

I was gonna say let's go full marine mode, but since we know the ins and outs of law, it'll be easier to play as an undercover agent.

>>3270491
>you can sort out your lodgings inside the base. (You’re in unform, and will present yourself as a Marine while you work.)

>>3270491
>you can find lodgings somewhere in the city. (You’re in civilian clothes, and will continue to do so - it may help you get closer to criminals without suspicion.)

>>3270491
>you can find lodgings somewhere in the city. (You’re in civilian clothes, and will continue to do so - it may help you get closer to criminals without suspicion.)
No one (apart from Nami) is gonna agree to do a photo OP with a marine guys. Gotta be undercover

3v2 for undercover versus uniformed, so I'll keep it open a little longer... wasn’t expecting such a close split.

If you guys want to mix it up and do some jobs in uniform and some out, that’s cool too, or even get a Disguise skill and make some separate identities if you want to really go wild.

>>3270491
>you can sort out your lodgings inside the base. (You’re in unform, and will present yourself as a Marine while you work.)

>>3270501

Please anon, we all know that Luffy is too stupid to think much about getting a photo out of him (He was fully smiling at his photo, after all), Usopp is too much of a coward to say no, even though he may attempt to run, Sanji and Zoro may be the only ones to be against it, but you could lure Sanji with promises that he would be popular with women and Zoro with potential strong swordsmen, if not simply catch a photo of him while he is asleep.

>>3270491
>you can sort out your lodgings inside the base. (You’re in unform, and will present yourself as a Marine while you work.)

>>3270491
>you can sort out your lodgings inside the base. (You’re in unform, and will present yourself as a Marine while you work.)

Five for rocking a uniform, writing.

Oh, and

MARINE CAP
>Yes/No

>>3270517
>No

>>3270517
lol no

>>3270517
>If the cap looks good with us then yes

>>3270517
>Yes

>>3270517
>Yes

>>3270517
>hell yeah
The cap makes the man damn it

>>3270517
>Yes!

>>3270524
Yeah, should probably do an appearance vote sometime soon. Hm.

>dat uniform
>holding off on cap until we figure out appearance

Brushing off your uniform (tricky when carrying so much), you start a slow amble towards the local HQ, taking in the sights as you go.

While the place is a lot louder and more... civilian... than Marineford, it seems like a pretty nice place to live. People pass by with smiles on their face, and not with a wary eye out for pickpockets. There’s a few homeless, but they’re relatively clean and begging politely, not harassing anyone. The street-stalls are well-stocked with good and decent-quality goods at sensible prices (or as best you can tell, prices obviously vary depending on supply and demand), and overall, it just looks like a decent city. Some people eye you with concern, but no-one actively flinches away from you or tries to run, like you’ve heard happens to Marines in some places.

At your slow pace, it takes a good twenty minutes before you reach Marine HQ, flashing your ID to the bored but alert man and woman at the entrance.

“I’m looking for Captain Smoker,” you tell them, trying not to look too excited about your shiny new assignment. Their response manages to wipe any chance of a smile off your face.

“The Captain’s at sea on a patrol right now,” the woman infantry apologizes, her salute as crisp as... something really crispy. You’ve never been a word sort of guy. “We can get your paperwork filed and room sorted for you though, sir - he’ll be back sometime next week, assuming no problems.”

Well, that’s disappointing. You were kind of excited about meeting a guy in charge of a whole city. Even though this is just East Blue, he must be strong to be stationed at the main entrance to the Grand alone, right?

One of the infantry shows you inside to get the bureaucracy dealt with and room assigned, as well as a quick tour of the important areas. Like the canteen.

The base is mostly operating on a skeleton crew at the moment, with most patrolling with Captain Smoker; once your belongings are squared away, you

>go for a wander around town to get the lay of the land (civilian clothes/uniform?)
>head to the docks, with your equipment! If a pirate comes or goes, you’ll see (and snap) them!
>ACQUIRE BEER
>Socialize with the remaining Marines
>Other

ALSO
>Appearance vote, either picture or description. 19 year old male human, if picture then ignore whatever clothes they’re wearing. Appearance vote will remain open for a while in case you guys want time to discuss or look for pictures.

>>3270549
>head to the docks, with your equipment! If a pirate comes or goes, you’ll see (and snap) them!

May as well put our training to use.

Blond hair, blue eyes.

>>3270549
>ACQUIRE BEER

Priorities, priorities.

>>3270549
>>3270552
6'2, Shredded, Mix between Schwarzenegger/Clint Eastwood Face

>>3270549
>head to the docks, with your equipment! If a pirate comes or goes, you’ll see (and snap) them!

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>>3270549
>>head to the docks, with your equipment! If a pirate comes or goes, you’ll see (and snap) them!

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>>3270549
>>ACQUIRE BEER

>>3270560
>>3270285
a hybrid of thous

Appearance vote remains open, but booze narrowly loses out to
>gotta snap ‘em all, piratemon!

Camera nestled safely in a case slung over your shoulder, you head back to the docks. Not loaded down, you get there a little faster than your trip the previous way, although this time you pay closer attention to the ships docked (or coming in to dock).

There’s small fishing boats, larger merchant ships, a few privately owned boats for pleasure or tours; the docks themselves are busy with workers loading and unloading goods, hauling supplies away to wherever they might be stored or sold.

The Calavera is just leaving now, and you give a quick wave to some of the men on deck who notice and recognize you - with that massive, obvious ship now setting off, maybe some scum will come crawling out of the woodwork?

>Climb up onto a roof and hunker down to get a good view.
>Hide behind something at ground level and keep an eye out from there.
>Just stand in the middle of the docks with your camera out, and look really determined. You never know.
>Other.

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>>3270549
Personality is close enough

>>3270549
>ACQUIRE BEER
Appearance wise I say pic related>>3270285 maybe without the beard. Wouldn't really make sense to be shredded considering we're a bottom of the barrel officer. Still a marine though so obviously as toned as any of the rest. Other than that just an average dude, probably about 5'11.

>>3270592
>Climb up onto a roof and hunker down to get a good view.

>>3270593
ARE YOU CALLING FLASHMAN SHORT?!

>>3270592
>Climb up onto a roof and hunker down to get a good view

>>3270598
Yes, YES! This is what I want!

>>3270592
>>Just stand in the middle of the docks with your camera out, and look really determined. You never know.
time to use our manly charms

also
>Flashman either has, or tries to have, sex with most of the female characters: by the end of the ninth book he estimates that he has had sex with 480 women.
harry flashman: supreme chad

>>3270592
>>>Just stand in the middle of the docks with your camera out, and look really determined. You never know.

They'll come to us.

>>3270592
>>>Just stand in the middle of the docks with your camera out, and look really determined. You never know.

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>>3270593
Fuck it lets just be mustang, just as snarky anyway

That was a joke option but fuck it

>ROLL 1D100, BEST OF 3

Also, did you guys decide to spend that bonus on a +8 to anything?

>>3270592
>Just stand in the middle of the docks with your camera out, and look really determined. You never know.

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>3270617
>nb4 it works

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>3270617
tally ho

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>3270617

>>3270593
this is what i WANT

You’re Sea King AND pirate repellant.

This is incredible. Writing.

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>3270617

>>3270593
>3270593
nah mate on personality I was thinking of using canon flashman (cocky, womanizer and fucking lucky)

>>3270627
and a supreme coward but a lucky one

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>3270617

>>3270615
This works too.

>>3270627
https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Literature/Flashman

>53, y’all suck

You place yourself in the middle of the docks. To the left of you - ships. To the right of you - ships. Behind you - assorted buildings. Around you - really confused dockworkers, giving you weird looks.

You care not for their petty mortal concerns. You... you are a Marine! And not only that! The finest of breed, you are... a PHOTOGRAPHER!

You narrowly dodge a seagull attempting to shit on you.

For five minutes, you stand there, hands at the ready on your camera, face locked into an expression of sheer determination. Ships dock. Ship pull up anchor. Ships are loaded. Ships are unloaded. You are one with the docks, heart beating to the rhythm of the work and the waves. You are beyond humanity. You are REALLY SO DAMN BORED HOLY FUCK SOMETHING HAPPEN SOMETHING HAPPEN PLEASE AUGGGGGHHHHHH

“Aren’t they amazing?!”

What? Oh. You turn slightly to look at the person next to you - a girl, mid- to late-teens, chubby, braces. She looks as excited as she sounds, holding - oh. A camera?

“Look at that one, it’s incredible,” she gushes, one hand raised to point out a smaller ship just docking now. “That hull is clearly a 1203-style Jagermann! And look at the prow! Wow, the condition is so good! They’ve gotta be waxing the figurehead with baetle-oil to keep the colors that bright.”

Oh. Oh no.

It’s a boat-spotter.

>FLEE
>I don’t speak Lingua Fraca. Please don’t talk to me.
>I’m... I’m just looking for pirates, dude...
>Cool story, nerd.
>Other

>>3270644
well my fair lady, your presence brings a tear to this tired eyes but I am afraid that I am here on duty as a photographer

>>3270644
>I don’t speak Lingua Fraca, Nerd. 'Sides, only thing worth photographing are ~~PIRATES~~! (Blunt, cocky personality, less self-control)

>>3270644
>I’m... I’m just looking for pirates, dude...

>>3270652
>>well my fair lady, your presence brings a tear to this tired eyes but I am afraid that I am here on duty as a photographer
forgot to greentext

>>3270644
>I’m... I’m just looking for pirates, dude...

>>3270652
>>3270659
Are you guys seriously trying to flirt or fail at it?

>>3270663
Oops, same voter, never mind.

>>3270663
both

>>3270642
I like the name for the pun on our job, not for the personality anon. Couldn't care less about it.

>>3270644
>....Y-yeah ya got me that's totally why I'm here. For pictures of...ships. Ships are radical, especially those jaguarmans. I love em.
>try to maintain the cool

>>3270673
I'm fine with the personality quirks though Flashman is a bit much. Maybe lean more towards to a more Ciphas Cain type? Less rape-y more act like a cocky "he's got this" type as he's screaming internally.

>wat le fuk

“I’m... I'm just looking for pirates, dude...” you say, edging away as your eyes flicker around in hopes of an escape. There is none. In the grim monotony of the Loguetown docks, there is only boredom.

“- and that’s the Acapella, she comes in every week like clockwork,” the girl rattles on, either not hearing or ignoring you. “Ooh, that’s a new one behind her - I’ll have to talk to the harbormaster when they register, and get her details. I still haven’t recorded a ship registered at Pollytentia Island, maybe this’ll be my lucky day...”

Her brace-bedecked teeth are beaming wide as she gazes upon the ships with something approaching rapture.

“But,” you attempt. “Uh. Pirates?”

She blinks and turns to look at you? “Pirates?”

“I’m just here for the pirates,” you repeat, louder. She may be deaf. You don’t judge, except when you do, which is a lot. Like, A LOT a lot.

“What pirates?”

You wave vaguely in the direction of the big, wooden sea-going things. “Uh. Well, they’re not. Here. Right now. But they’re gonna be! Eventually! And when they are - I’ll be ready!”

She stares at you.

“Okaaaaaay,” she says, very slowly. Then she sort of shuffles back from you, carefully.

(Self-control failure!)

Your control promptly explodes like a supernova. “I’M A MARINE!”

“Ooooookaaaaaaayyyyyy.....”

“LOOK, LOOK AT MY UNIFORM, I’M A MARINE,”

“ooooookaaaayyyy,” she says, rapidly backing further away.

“DON’T RUN AWAY FROM ME, I’M VERY SAFE AND PROTECTIVE!!” You gently clarify this by flailing wildly, fists clenched as you howl your innocence to the docks at large.

“byyyyyyyyyyeeee,” comes the girl’s faint voice, as she vanishes behind a stack of crates.

... That went well.

[-2 to Seduction! 0 pirates found!]

>CHASE AFTER HER AND TELL HER WHAT A GREAT AND PIRATE-HATING GUY YOU ARE SHE NEEDS TO UNDERSTAND
>Resume your noble stand in the middle of the docks.
>Attempt to use your brain-meat to come up with a better plan.
>Other

>>3270698
>Attempt to use your brain-meat to come up with a better plan.

>>3270698

>Slap yourself in the face for doing that to a girl.

>Go to the top of a building, any building, more view for you and the lenses of your camera.

>>3270698
>>Resume your noble stand in the middle of the docks.

>>3270698
>Attempt to use your brain-meat to come up with a better plan.

ROLL 1D100 TO COME UP WITH A PLAN

Also, each of you gets one guess to autopass, because I gave you two hints over the last two updates for how to better hunt down pirates. This should be pretty easy.

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>3270725

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>3270725

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>3270725

>>3270725
Does it involve a tavern?

>92, auto-pass anyway

Folding your arms, you take your eyes off the ships and scowl down at the wooden boards of the piers they’re docked at.

Pirates. How can you hunt them without them seeing you? How can you find they’re nearby without - waitwaitwaitWAIT.

That girl... a boat-spotter. They pay a lot of attention to different ships, right? So they’d know, y’know, which ships are which, and when they come and go, right? And - she mentioned the harbormaster. That kind of person would have all the details of which shops are docked, wouldn’t they? Sure, they wouldn’t write down ‘this is a pirate ship’, or ‘this Captain is a smuggler’, but they’d hear things, maybe even keep quiet about it for the right price.

The boat-spotters might know less, because they’re working at a remove, but it’s certainly be safer to ask them... but the harbormaster would know more, although people might make a move on you if they think he’s gonna tell you anything...

You gnaw at your lower lip, frowning at the pier.

>Go find the harbormaster and question him on the regularity of pirate ships, and if there’s any sneakily docked at the moment.
>Find out where the local boat-spotter’s association is, and see if they know anything useful.
>You’ve stood here for ten minutes already, and you’re gonna KEEP standing here, dammit!
>Other

>>3270755
>Go find the harbormaster and question him on the regularity of pirate ships, and if there’s any sneakily docked at the moment.

>>3270755
>>Find out where the local boat-spotter’s association is, and see if they know anything useful.
maybe the dockmaster is hiding something

>>3270755
>Go find the harbormaster and question him on the regularity of pirate ships, and if there’s any sneakily docked at the moment.

>>3270698
>actually out weirded the weirdo
Oof
>>3270755
>Go find the harbormaster and question him on the regularity of pirate ships, and if there’s any sneakily docked at the moment.

>>3270755
>Go find the harbormaster and question him on the regularity of pirate ships, and if there’s any sneakily docked at the moment.

>>3270755
>>Go find the harbormaster and question him on the regularity of pirate ships, and if there’s any sneakily docked at the moment.

>master of the harbor

It’s a beautiful day at the Loguetown docks, Lyonel Kapinski, long-time harbormaster, pours himself another cup of coffee as he settles in to complete today’s crossword puzzle. On his desk lies the latest thick tome of ships docked, their origin and destination, their island of registration, owners and captain. What do they carry? How long will they stay? What docking fees do they pay? The great books of records tell all, to those who know how to read them.

Outside his hut, seagulls shriek and squeal, waves break gently against the pier, and the banging and crashing of cargo is accompanied by the calls of dockworkers as they bellow instructions and insults.

Lyonel takes a sip of coffee, carefully considering the clue to 3-across. Eight letters, third letter R. An unexpected happening. Really? That’s so easy, it’s obviously -

“SURPRISE, MY GOOD BITCH,” screams the Marine who kicks in his door, combat-boot-clad foot still raised in the air. “THE BOOK-INSPECTOR IS HERE TO... PEER! AT YOUR BOOKS!!”

Lyonel’s mouth opens. Then closes. Then opens. “Wh-wh-what?”

>Let’s talk pirates! Hit me with who’s here, who’s not, gimme gimme!
>Nice try, buddy, you think you’re gonna sway me with that innocent act?! Not Ensign Harry Flashman, haHA! J’accuse!
>’Sup. Can I borrow your records for a while?
>Other

>>3270818
>’Sup. Can I borrow your records for a while?
Or
>Let’s talk pirates! Hit me with who’s here, who’s not, gimme gimme!

>>3270818
>>’Sup. Can I borrow your records for a while?

Let me tell you, the marine is getting weirder and weirder for a gentleman, indeed.

>>3270818
>’Sup. Can I borrow your records for a while?

>>3270818
>>Nice try, buddy, you think you’re gonna sway me with that innocent act?! Not Ensign Harry Flashman, haHA! J’accuse!

>>3270818
>Nice try, buddy, you think you’re gonna sway me with that innocent act?! Not Ensign Harry Flashman, haHA! J’accuse
I kind of want to see how far we could bullshit through this

>>3270828
People want a cocky, uncontrolled shit, they get one.

He’ll, he’ll mature, if people want it (or once a pirate has punched his face in.)

Next update is going to be last for tonight, because it’s past 2am here in Taiwan, and I have class tomorrow. And the homework I should have done tonight. Ha. Haha. Ha. Fuck. This thread will stay up for any updates tomorrow (today?) though. Will probably finish up appearance vote sometime tomorrow as well, if anyone wants to change/add to that.

>>3270818
>’Sup. Can I borrow your records for a while?

>yo i want ur books

“‘Sup,” you continue, vaguely wondering how long you can keep your leg like this. “Can I borrow your records for a while?”

The old dude hesitantly reaches out and pokes a thick book closer along the desk towards you.

Damn. You’re gonna have to put your leg down. You do so (gracefully, like a really badass gazelle), and saunter over to throw yourself in the chair opposite the guy, reaching out to grab the book and open it.

You can can understand... most of it? Ship names and dates and stuff, surr; there’s company names and something called bills of lading, and fees for unloading shit, and wow, you’re bored.

“So which of these are pirates? Or, I dunno, other crim8nals?” You flip through some of the latest pages.

“I - what? You’re looking for pirates? In - in the harbor records?”

“Well, duh. Obviously.” Is this guy stupid? You scowl, pausing at a record of some drunken idiot setting his ship on fire, and the fees to get it towed away.

>Be charming (diplomance him!)
>Be intimidating (threaten him!)
>Be flirtatious (sedu- NO, THIS OPTION IS FORBIDDEN)
>Be cunning (you’re totally here to take bribes, uh-huh)
>Other

GOOD NIGHT, SWEET PLAYERS and may fleets of Marines sing thee to thy arrest, or something.

>>3270895
>Be cunning (you’re totally here to take bribes, uh-huh)

We're going to get our shit kicked in so bad, I can't wait for it!

>>3270895
>Be cunning (you’re totally here to take bribes, uh-huh)

>>3270895

>Be charming (diplomance him!)
If we want to be mustang this is the next best thing

>>3270895
>Be charming (diplomance him!)

>>3270557
Personally I approve of this look. Guy looks kinda haggard and I think that fits with our hard working but also kinda incompetent person.

>>3270560
>Looks
Supporting this. We bishonen

>>3270895
>Be charming (diplomance him!)
Whatcouldgowrong.jpeg
>>3270560
Gonna go with this dandy. At least give Flashman the looks, seeing as how he doesn't have the moves.

>>3270895
>Be charming (diplomance him!)

>>3270560
This is good for looks. Black haired dude is too bland, Flashman is absolutely NOT a midget.

>>3270895
>>Be charming (diplomance him!)

>>3270285
Backing this for appearance. If we're going to be Flashman, by Jove we'll do it right.

>>3270895
>>Be charming (diplomance him!)

>>3270560
Supporting for the looks vote. Flashman will probably do a better job on the opposite side of the camera (considering our shit rolls)

>>3270895
Ill vote for anything that's not bishonen.

>>3271268
so basically either Edward, Roy, or the british looking dude with the curly hair

>>3271699
Pretty much. I'd be happy with any of those three.

>>3271699
>Edward
>Not a bishonen
No he's super pretty when he's not screaming about being called short.

It's either Roy (still pretty, but too old to be a traditional bishonen) or British guy.

>>3271268

I mean, I don't think that Matsuda (Death Note) is a bishonen character, but sure.

>>3271712
Eh, not really but in terms of looks I'm going mustang anyway.

>>3270563
Those two work

>>3271919
And for personality a mixture of mustang and flashman ( more mustang work ethics and a hint of Harry “i am going to fuck everything from the British islands to California” flashman ( and maybe a bit of that flashman “high level preservation instinct”)

Looks like charming beats out cunning easily, and it seems smiley-blond-guy photo is in the lead? I’ve only skimmed appearance votes, but but not closing it yet.

Writing for diplomacy, won’t be a long run tonight because I’ve somehow inconveniently developed a social life.

>diplomance the old dude

“You’ve got a tough job,” you tell the old fogey solemnly, fixing him with your wise and ancient gaze (for nineteen years old, anyway, that’s pretty ancient, right?). “Ships come and go at all hours, and you - you’ve got to get every detail right. You’ve got a lot of responsibility on your shoulders, and you bear it with dignity, my man.”

“... Seriously, who are you?”

“So I look at these books,” you continue, because you’re wearing a Marine uniform, why would you need to introduce yourself? What a dumbass. “I look at these books, and I see the work of an expert. An expert... like you.”

“That’s... because they’re my books.”

“That’s right! They’re YOUR books! And that’s how I know these books are gonna be perfect, because you”re a man with conviction. A man determined to do his job, come hell or high weather, with dedication borne of passion! A call to greatness! These books - can we even call them books?” You rise from your chair like a phoenix from the flames, except not on fire, and also, not a bird. “Harbormaster - no - master of the harbor! I am... in awe!”

You totally got this.

>Roll 1d100, best of 3. DC 70 to successfully flatter, no bonuses.

>>3273236

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>3273236
FUCKING really?

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>3273236
Watch this nat 1.

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>3273236

>80 you are smooth as eqyptian cotton or something
>+1 to Diplomacy when making nice with people

The harbormaster straightens up in his seat, puffing out his chest. “Well, thst’s - that’s right! I do my best, you know, trained for year to-“

He drivels on for a minute with shit you don’t care about, while you smile at him, eyes wide and giving an occasional nod or appreciative ‘oooh!’. Whatever, dude, you just, like, write down boats and stuff. Whoohoo.

“Boss Harbormaster,” you ask when he finally shuts up, preening his moustache. “Can you explain how these records work? I really REALLY need to find some ships, or my superiors’ll be really mad at me!” You manage not to puke inside your mouth, but it’s hard.

The harbormaster pauses, growing a little unsure. “Well, I’m a busy man, y’knoe...”

“I know!” SHUT UP AND BE USEFUL, DUMBASS, YOU WERE JUST DOING A DAMN CROSSWORD. “But you’re the best, and I reeeally need to learn this stuff fast. Maybe you can help me find the ships I’m looking for?”

This seems like a better option. He smiles smugly, and you manage to look like an impressed, gormless idiot. Haha, you’re totally a natural at this ‘being stupid’ thing! ... wait...

At least you manage to gently ease him into helping you look over the most recent book, telling him you’re looking for ships which might be carrying criminals or illegal goods. “Not that they’d tell you that, Boss Harbormaster, you’d obviously report it,” you flatter him, “but a guy like you has seen a lot of ships, and I bet you have great instincts, right?”

(Gained a better understanding of nautical paperwork/legalities! Bonus to some future research rolls!)

Although he doesn’t out-and-out say ‘yes, this ship here has replaced their pirate flag with a civilian one while docked’. The idiot is only too eager to flaunt his brilliance by pointing out ships he ‘thinks’ might be crewed by criminals. Either they’ve pissed him off, they aren’t paying him enough, or he’s just that dumb. Maybe all three.

(1/2)

In any case, you have three leads now:
- the Fearsome Foursome (are you kidding me?) are a group of four sometimes pirates, sometimes bandits, who commit crimes wherever, whenever. They might leave at any time, but don’t care about keeping a low profile. They’re currently all aboard their small ship.
-the Long Pirates are all out in town, leaving their ship empty (stupid move) - a new crew apparently, no-one knows much about their roster.
- the OpenShut Pirates (what the hell is with that name?) will be heading out probably to the Grand Line, later today - some of the crew are guarding the ship, but the rest are out getting supplies in town.

A quick den-den call to HQ confirms that the Foursome could have their posters updated, but it’s not an emergency - the Long pirates all need Bounty posters - and the OpenShut pirates need better photos of some of their stronger crew. Apparently the Captain of the OpenShut MIGHT have a devil fruit, but no-one’s certain.

What now?
>Head to the Fearsome Foursome (what a name) ship and see what you can do there.
>Go into town and hunt down the Long pirates.
>Try for the OpenShut pirates (in town/on ship?).
>Other.

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>3273236

>>3273273
>Go into town and hunt down the Long pirates.
We'll get the pics and info on their roster to hand over to our bosses.

>>3273273
>Go into town and hunt down the Long pirates.

>>3273298
Support

>Long pirates: THE HUNT

Harbordumbass doesn’t have a clue where the Long pirates might be , other than ‘in town’. Are they getting supplies? Are they recruiting? Are they chilling in a pub/brothel/cell? It’s a mystery, which is entirely unhelpful.

At least the Marine on the end of your denden informs you that the Captain (Xiaolong Maria) has a distinctive hat, with weird antlers.

Pirates are batshit.

You venture into the city, trusty camera at your side. If you were a pirate captain, where would you be?

>BARS
>The market for supplies
>The execution square
>Other

>>3273325
>>BARS
The supplied purchasing is obviously a job for her lackies. The big boss is gonna be chilling at the bar for sure.

>>3273325
>BARS

>>3273325
>BARS

>>3273325
>BARS

Obvious answer is obvious.

>>3273325
>BARS

>>3273325
>BARS

I RETURN from a terrible night.

Roll 1d100, best of 3.

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>3273623

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>3273623
So, named Xiaolong and known to wear antlers. Dragon zoan?

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>3273623

>>3273629
One day, I will be subtle.

>>3273634
Diggity darn, you made it! WRITING.

>>3273638
>One day, I will be subtle.
Forget it, QM. It's One Piece.

>>3273638
The one thing you're too subtle about is who the hell the mystery box relative is. The closest guess I've got is Trafalgar 'Surgeon of Death' Law

>82

There’s no such thing as a pirate bar in Loguetown (for obvious reasons), but you check out some old ex-pirate joint anyway, just in case. There’s a grouchy old dick in there and zero customers, so that’s a bust. After that, you work your way through the bars HQ recommends checking - near the docks, not too decent, the kind of places a drunk pirate who starts bragging eon’t get reported by terrified civilians.

It only takes three more bars before you find it. Or rather, her.

“ANOTHER!” She slams the shot glass down as the crowd around her cheers and passes money around. Opposite her, a swaying man manages to raise his own glass and force down a shot of his own, gaining yet more cheers, if reluctant ones. It’s pretty obvious who’s going to win.

Captain Xiaolong Maria is pretty damn obvious. Long golden coat with an embroidered pattern of scales, and hair splaying out from under a golden baseball cap (really?) with (again, golden) antlers rising from the sides. Hanging from said antlers are thin gold wires, looping from branch to branch, tiny, jingling (golden!) bells tied to the wires.

Pirates. Are. Baaaaatshiiiiit.

Somehow, the woman - gold eyeshadow, gold lipstick, bright yellow eyes - looks as sober as she is smug.

With all attention on the drinking contest, no-one’s yet noticed a Marine’s come in, but that could change... you’re not close enough for a great shot, but you could manage a decent one if you use flash - although the flash would definitely get attention drawn to you.

Scattered about are people you guess are her crew, due to their mild amusement and the weapons at their sides, but most of the crowd are civilians, burly dockworkers and sailors.

Make a move, Ensign.

>Act casual - you’re an oblivious Marine who somehow hasn’t noticed a bunch of pirates. Hide the camera, and order a drink at the bar.
>Walk over, apologize for interrupting, and ask for a photo.
>Just take the picture, and RUN.
>Other

>>3273650
Well, technically...

>>3273666
>Walk over, apologize for interrupting, and ask for a photo.

Flatter her and ask to give her a pretty photo

>>3273666
>Walk over, apologize for interrupting, and ask for a photo.

>>3273666
>>Walk over, apologize for interrupting, and ask for a photo.

>Might be related to Law
....SO does that mean we might be a D as well? You weren't kidding about us hitting the mystery box jackpot.

>>3273666
>Act casual - you’re an oblivious Marine who somehow hasn’t noticed a bunch of pirates. Hide the camera, and order a drink at the bar.

>>3273666
>>Walk over, apologize for interrupting, and ask for a photo.
Shoot and run and acting like you own the place are both gonna draw pirate aggro. Might as well tell them straight up - this way she'll have a chance to pose to show off her bling to maximum effect.

>>3273680
I’m not going to confirm or deny anything further because Mystery Box is mysterious. ... Kind of disappointed you missed out on being Marco’s son, though.

>eeeeyyyyy gimme a pictcha luv

Screw it. You’re just gonna go over there and ask. politely, even!

“‘Scuse me, coming through,” you say, as you nudge and shove your way through the crowd, hands carefully protecting your camera. You don’t know know HQ would say if you reported it broken on your first day in Loguetown, but you suspect it would be less ‘saying’ and more ‘screaming’,

The civilians grumble as you pass, shifting to let you approach, then falling back with growing worry as they realize what you’re wearing.

“Captain,” someone mutters, voice sharp; looks like one of her crew has finally noticed you. You see hands slowly reach for their weapons, the more perceptive civilians falling slowly back, and Xiaolong’s eyes narrow as her gaze rises from her next shot to where one of her crew nods. At you.

You pause beside her barely-conscious drinking rival. “Hi! Sorry to interrupt, but I’m taking bounty photos. Can I take yours?” You hold up the camera to show her, in the sudden ensuing silence.

Someone drops a glass.

“You... want to take my picture,” Xiaolong says slowly, while everyone else remains motionless, an air of incomprehension filling the bar.

>That’s what I said. What are you, stupid?
>Yeah, you want a cool poster, right? None of that blurry crap.
>Actually, all of your crew would be good as well.
>Other

>>3273666
>take a picture then walk over, apologize for interrupting, and ask for a photo.

>>3273701
>Yeah, you want a cool poster, right? None of that blurry crap.

>>3273701
>Yeah, you want a cool poster, right? None of that blurry crap.

>>3273701
>Yeah, you want a cool poster, right? None of that blurry crap.
>That coat is too fine not to be shown off to maximum effect.

>>3273701
>Yeah, you want a cool poster, right? None of that blurry crap.

>Missed out on being Marco's son
Probably for the best. Flashman would have been green with envy when he realises that HE'S not the 'phoenix from the flames', but his dad is. Stupid dad hogging all the cool devil fruit powers

>>3273701
>Yeah, you want a cool poster, right? None of that blurry crap.
Honesty ftw.

>quality pictures, friendo

“Yeah, you want a cool poster, right? None of that blurry crap.”

The pirate leans back in her chair, eyes flicking you and her erstwhile opponent. “You just take pictures? That’s it?”

Rude, much? “Well, someone’s gotta do it,” you defend yourself, “Look, d’you want a decent picture or not? Otherwise I’m gonna have to stalk you like a creep, and that’s a major waste of my time.”

One of the crew seems to be choking on something, but you ignore that in favor of scowling at Xiaolong, who seems to have come to a conclusion.

“All right,” she says a smile growing wide across her face - and wow, her teeth are kinda pointy. “How about this? You versus me, a drinking contest. If you win, you get to take a photo of me in here. But if I win...”

The civilians lean in as one, intrigued.

“... you have to take pictures of me on the execution platform, looking like a gods-damned badass, capiche?”

>Deal!
>... You’ve already got one guy half-dead with alcohol poisoning, I’m not that dumb.
>I’ve got a better idea... (change bet?)
>Other

>>3273738
>Deal!
I mean, all HQ said was to get a picture, right? If Nami's can look like a pinup and Brook's can look like an album cover then the definitions for what constitutes an acceptable picture are pretty loose.

>>3273738
>Deal!

>>3273738
>Deal as long as the alcohol is on her tab
That's literally a win-win for us.

>>3273738
>Deal!

>>3273738
>Deal!

End game goal is to get a rep for taking the most flattering / cool bounty pics around. Soon pirates will beg to be photographed by yours truly.

>OH YEAH

“Deal!” You thrust your hand out to shake on it, and Xiaolong catches your hand and pumps it (golden-painted nails, surprise), smirking.

“A’right, boys - shove that loser out of the way, I got a new sucker to beat!”

To the backdrop of raucous cheers and new bets, the crew bustle the vaguely confused man out from his seat and away, while you take his place, readying your drinking stomach. A clean glass is slammed in front of you, and someone opens a new bottle and pours you and Xiaolong a shit each,

“Drink up, me hearty, yo ho~” the pirate croons, eyes gleaming wildly as she grabs the shot-glass and tosses it back in one go.

DRINK.

>Roll 1d100, best of 3. This is your first three rounds, the DC is pretty low.

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>3273764

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>3273764

>>3273764
dice+1d100

>>3273787
Options field, my dude.

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>3273788
ty
>>3273764

>69, DC 20, easy pass

First shot goes down smooth. Second shot follows, the burn even easier, cheers echoing around you. One of the Long crew is gently beating his face against a wall, you notice, but not a big deal - you’re too busy slamming the third short down your throat, keeping pace with the crazy-grinned pirate opposite you.

Three shots down, and you’re barely feeling it. You got this shit in the bag.

>Rounds 4-6, Roll 1d100, best of 3. DC is higher this time.

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>3273803

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>3273803

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>3273803

>74, DC 35, you’re undefeatable

“I’m not even feeling this,” you tell Xiaolong after the fourth shot goes down.

She only grins wider. “Bitch, neither am I.”

The fifth burns, but it’s a good pain, and the sixth gives you faintest edge of a buzz. What is this crap, water? Sure, it tastes good, but you’re drunk on adrenaline, not alcohol, right now.

“SHOT, SHOT, SHOT!” The audience yells in rhythm, apparently still not over the novelty of a pirate-Marine drinking contest.

>Rounds 7-9. It’s getting trickier now, 1d100, best of three.

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>3273819

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>3273819

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>3273819

>>3273826
>>3273824
>>3273821
Sheesh, mediocre rolls today. Though I think we just beat it, if it's increasing at increments of 15.

>59, DC 50 OH BOY

Shot number 7, you start to feel. Your skin is heated, maybe flushed, and the press of half-drunk men isn’t helping. You shoot Xiaolong a triumphant grin as it goes down anyway, barely noticing that she seems completely unaffected so far.

Number eight. You almost choke on this one, but manage to swallow, keeping the spluttered liquid firmly inside. Shot 9 follows a little unsteadily, your hand a little too loose on the glass, but you manage to aim at your mouth anyway.

>Same as before, DC this time is 70. An increase of 20.

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>3273840

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>3273840

Rolled 3 (1d100)

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>>3273844

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>3273840

Rolled 54 (1d100)

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>>3273844
finally

it comes

>>3273844
>>3273846
>>3273848
Gotta start brainstorming ways to make her look badass on that execution platform.

>>3273854
>>3273856
Best of 3 guys stop now.

>>3273859
its the movie hangover irl

>CRITFAIL.. and a 3... and no pass in the three first rolls. Magnificent.

You’re gonna win this. You’re gonna snap a pic, and head off in search of your next target, and that’s the only thought in your mind as you raise shot number 10 to your lips, draining it in one l-

wait

wha-whassa

whysevrythin movin

The alcohol finally hits your system. Your awareness hits it limits.

>Roll 1d100 to find out what you did while you were drunk. Best (or should I say worst) of 3.

>>3273865
Yup.

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>3273879

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>3273879

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>3273879

>>3273884
......... oh boy. That’s, uh. You beat the DC 95 that I was thinking of as a joke, so. Wow. Writing.

>>3273888
Can't waste too much time in this, we got to try to drink other pirates under the table for their pics too.

>>3273884
>96
inb4 we did a drunk photoshoot with the entire crew or something. With props and everything.

>95

Your name is Harry Flashman, given name first, family name second. Not that you have a family name, really, because you have no family - the orphanage picked two words and stuck them together for your surname, and you’re just glad they put them in that order. Harry Manflash would just be stupid.

You grew up on an island not too far from Marineford, got your first taste of alcohol at the tender age of fourteen, and promptly dove right into the habit when you were (somehow) accepted to the Marine Academy, free from the burden of your small-town watchful eyes.

In the year you’ve spent broadening your alcohol-based horizons, you’ve never got as absolutely slaughtered as you did that night.

An orchestra riots through your skull. Your intestines tango with your liver. Your chest aches weirdly. You release a vague groan of agony, light stabbing through your eyelids to gently punch you in the eyeballs with PAIN.

“Nuuuuuuurrrrggggghhhhh,” you say, which translates to, ‘arrrrgh I am in pain arrrrgh kill me now, thank you’.

“I think he’s awake,” someone whispers. You want to murder them, but only succeed in twitching and msking a pitiful moan.

“Hey. Hey. Can you hear me, Ensign?”

“Nurghlerele,” you answer, fingers clawing awkwardly at... something soft? Sheets? Yeah, you’re in bed... why are you in bed? You should be doing something, right?

“You’re safe now, Ensign,” the voice continues, thudding into your skull despite the low tone. “It’s oksy - those pirates can’t hurt you any more!”

Pirates? Hurt you? Wha’?

You manage to twitch an eyelid open slightly, wincing at the awful sunlight. “Huh? What’reyou... what?”

“Poor boy,” another voice whispers, and you see the blur as you feel a cold wash-cloth pressed against your forehead. “Don’t worry, Captain Smoker’ll be back tomorrow. He’ll hunt those monsters down and bring them to justice for what they did!”

What... what who did? The idea is ringing faint bells - wait, bells? Didn’t that woman - yeah, that pirate captain had bells on her fake antlers, right? And - wait, Captain Smoker? Tomorrow? How long have you been unconscious for?!

>Force yourself to demand an explanation.
>Fake unconsciousness for now, try to remember what happened.
>Try to get them to give you your camera. It’s gotta be okay, right?
>Other