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Micqueot, an island full of women, wine, and criminals. The island was the breeding land for corruption much like other ones that were similar to it. Pirates consistently visited the infamous island of wine, most of them being women. It was no secret that this island was home to more women than any other island in the blues. It was the spot for lust and crime, two of which were the foundations of corruption. Osore felt like he needed a break from the constant medical books anyways and some wine could probably help his dark nerves. Azazel, his non compassionate friend, traveled with him everywhere. Azazel had a grip on Osore's emotions like none other. Not even a scheming and manipulative woman could compare to the grasp of which Azazel held. Nonetheless, it didn't hinder his feelings for relaxation very much.

Being a stowaway on a random boat from his current island he calls home was entirely too much for Osore. The ride was too quiet, giving the medic time to think back on his life and how he lived it. Reoccurring thoughts popped into the man's head, all of which were hinted intensely by Azazel. It was like it had a mind on its own. The only reason he didn't go mad when he was a child was because of the jolly attitude he had held at that young age. Numerous times someone would pass by where he was hiding and adjust the host to see if anyone was approaching the vessel. Among his numerous amounts of abilities, Osore could see one's corruption deep within their souls. Their true selves would be revealed when they walked to and from the device he harbored within because Osore had eaten the Goro Goro no Mi fruit years ago, so being a stowaway was a walk in the park. Anything electrical, he could make his way inside of. The lightning fruit have some perks to it for being an infamous and particularly powerful cursed fruit.

Some time later, the crew would start to hustle about the boat and continued to scream land ho. This usually meant that there was land in sight, usually. Osore fixed his position, moving from the radar device into a light on top of the boat that was shining onto the land slowly coming into sight. Electricity could be heard snapping and hissing as Osore made his way to the front of the boat, entering yet another light.

"Damn lights are going crazy again, we'll need to get them fixed when we reach our destination."

"Aye sir."

The medic waited until the crew docked onto a port and anchored themselves to stay in position. Osore would move back towards the light on top of the boat only to leave it again to change back into his human form. He waited for all backs to be turned from him and jumped off the boat onto the pier and waltzed down the pier while everyone was busy unloading whatever they had on the boat. Osore meandered throughout the town some time until he came across a man who he saw near the pier when he arrived. He rushed right by the medic and bust through a nearby building panting as he tried catching his breathe.

All Osore heard was he's here, Stickybeard. A locally known pirate who's known to love sweets. To be here must mean he's here for wine, if not that then to tip the balance of corruption. Osore didn't like that idea very much. He stood near the door to the bar but didn't enter, he wasn't sure if he was ready to introduce himself yet or not. Only time would tell.

The wind blew passionately through Rocket’s white locks. The speed at which he was flying, and sheer force of the wind literally yanked his lips open, flapping them back against his cheeks. Through gritted teeth, he could barely mutter a simple sentence.  “This… Is… Freaking… Awesome.”  Before long, his flying rowboat entered Micquoet’s atmosphere, soaring above buildings and docks, and even people. Right away, the smell of wine, grapes, and women wafted through his nostrils. Being at the speed he was, it wasn’t like he could smell it or anything.

For a brief moment, time seemed to stop. He looked around at the distant, serene clouds. Seagulls fluttered by, and life seemed magnificent. He completely forgot what the hell he was even at Micquoet for now, only paying attention to the environment around.

Like a wooden torpedo, Rocket’s galiot immediately began spiraling towards the land below. This was the part he was dreading. I mean, flying through the air was a blast. Especially on a boat. But crashing into the ground would be a big problem. It was gonna hurt. And hurt even worse for anyone in his way. He leaned over the edge, screaming at the top of his lungs; “ MOVE! “

Rocket couldn’t help if he hit anyone. More importantly the runt-like grubby man in his way. He was wearing something that appeared to be a yellow-spiked helmet, possibly from some type of animal or fruit? Reminiscent of a giant wooden meteor,  Rocket’s dinghy smashed into the man, launching both of them towards a building off to the side. The way the now broken galiot slid across the ground made it look as if a gigantic mole had burrowed through, although caved in. The building that the duo and now destroyed rowboat collided with shattered into pieces, causing the foundation to plummet to the earth. Rocket happened to land in a small pocket against a cement wall. Despite a few scratches, and a large bump on his head, he was relatively uninjured. With one mighty burst, he slammed his clenched fists into the wooden planks above, ‘rocket’ing himself out of the rubble.  “I’m here!”

It wasn't a surprise that the previously out of breath pirate had been one hundred percent true about Stickybeard. The candy loving man stood before Osore roaring out to whomever was inside the establishment and he didn't look particularly happy. In Osore's past, the boy met many people who were renowned and upcoming. He met an Admiral and a Yonko whom of which fought before him. To include two other people who ended up becoming Shichibukai themselves. The world was a small place and Osore was sure he'd meet them again. So yet again, it was nothing new that a locally known pirate had ended up appearing out of nowhere.

Osore noticed the makeshift helmet upon his head and found it rather silly. If you wanted something to protect you then get the real thing. You look better and it could possibly save your life. Strike that thing at the right angle with the right amount of momentum and velocity and you'll go right through it like butter. As Osore had been thinking about this, that very thing was about to happen. Up from above the sound of whistling wind could be heard. Stickybeard wouldn't have heard it due to being rather annoyed from the people within the bar. As Osore looked up to see what was going on, there was a scream to tell everyone to move. Osore jumped back to clear from the collateral damage.

Right on time, something looking like a boat came crashing onto the poor pirates head and probably ended up cracking the man's skull. If it didn't then that would be quite a surprise. The pirate and the boat ended up being swept into a building that was adjacent to the bar. The boat and the building collapsed from the force and crumbled beneath the might. No sooner a body would appear from the wreckage and casually announce that he arrived at the scene.

"How amusing", the medic muttered.

Rocket slammed into Stickybeard’s hand, his entire cranium gripped by the grimy, meaty hand of the 30 million Beri Pirate. The sheer stench from the Pirate’s palm gave of the most putrid smell Rocket had ever whiffed. His body quivered from the toxic aroma, jolting him back to life. The small raft he was on smashed against Stickybeard’s legs, smashing into seemingly millions of pieces. This did nothing to affect the notorious Pirate’s grasp on his face.  “Let me go! Let me go, Jackass! Your fuckin’ hand stinks like shit! “   The young Shipwright flailed his lower body like a worm, uselessly kicking Stickybeard’s chunky stomach.

As the tyrant Stickybeard proclaimed he was going to give the giant pugilist (Sev) his body, he began to struggle even more. Giving him to Sev meant only one thing… He was going to throw Rocket. With a triumphant yell, Rocket was launched towards the behemoth, crewless captain.  “Look out! “ His miniscule body (In comparison to Sev and Stickybeard) spiralled through the air, crashing into the ivory lock-coloured pirate with brute force. Despite not injuring either, it sent Rocket’s head for a loop. The outrageous path he took soaring through the air was like a roller coaster. To put it into simple perspective, he was dizzy.

Before he knew anything, Rocket was lying across Sev in a heap of destroyed wood. He pressed his palms against the cold cobblestone floor of the bar, forcing himself off of Sev’s gargantuan figure. “Good lord… That guy has one helluvah arm…”  A rogue piece of wood dropped like a pen on top of Rocket’s skull, knocking his ass right back down towards the floor. “Ugh.. This day gets worse and worse…”

The makeshift doctor and medic marveled at how such a bulky man could possibly have seen such a thing without paying any attention to it at all. Just marvelous the solo pirate thought, yet he caught the boy on the ship mid air which was also as interesting as being able to see such a thing without paying it any mind. The boy scrambled and squirmed in the grip of the unkempt looking pirate but to no avail, the boy was still in his foul grasp. Osore chuckled a bit at the turn of events and continued to stay where he was, leaning on the edge of the right side of the building, which was also to the right of Stickybeard. An interesting day it was going to be.

The boy was soon cocked back and sent flying right into the bar. From the sound of it, it was a pretty bad hit. Osore may intervene at a certain point but it wasn't going to be now. The completely corrupt Stickybeard had his attention on those that were directly talking to him and about him. A swift attack at the right moment could end it all, besides he wasn't in any immediate danger yet and the situation was pretty amusing. The medic took a step back just to be cautious and watched what else would unfold. Hopefully someone did something quick, or else he'd have to step in and fighting someone head on wasn't exactly his forte. He would just have to wait and see.

"How amusing", the medic exclaimed.

Rocket rubbed his sore head, flipping off the rogue piece of wood that clonked his noggin’. He looked up towards the brawny pugilist’s offer, gripping his massive hand with his own. He allowed Sev to help him up, seeing as there was point point in turning it down other than to be a rude prick. “That guy is a dick…”  He said with much needed emphasis on the word ‘dick’. Rocket chortled at the behemoth’s comment, cracking his own knuckles. “Not very far! I ain’t done yet buddy! “  With a primal roar, Rocket dashed through the rubble, his balling up his right fist. He charged the 30 million Bounty pirate with a confident smile.

He really didn’t think to much about this, as he never does about anything. Needless to say, this was a stupid idea. Stickybeard was able to evade his ‘rocket’-like punch, and bring his chubby knee into the young Shipwright’s gut. The impact caused saliva to sputter like a sprinkler from his mouth. A black substance overtook Stickybeard’s right foot, indicating the use and knowledge of Busoshoku Haki. In a flash, his right foot planted itself against the side of Rocket’s head, literally creating a mild shock wave on impact. The strike sent Rocket soaring into another building, completely demolishing it without much effort. After dispatching the teenager, he continued on his barreling path to Sev, raising his Busoshoku-Haki encased fists.

Rocket lie beneath the wreckage, a small beam of light entering his small ‘cave’. A slight grin spread across his bloody face. The only person who could kick like that was his godfather and legal guardian, Albert. To say the least, it was exhilarating. Fighting this tough of an opponent? Not something he got to do often back at home. Usually, he was stuck moving crates and fixing up passing ships. Rarely did he ever get to fight Albert, due to him being backed up in paperwork and the like. He was warned of the dangers of the sea, and he knew there were individuals out there even more tough than ole Stickybeard. To him, it really didn’t matter. Being at sea like that was absolutely fantastic. Sure, he was alone, and he prefered to be apart of a crew, but.. the smell of the water, the squeaks of the seagulls; Even that hellacious roar from the Sea King was enough to keep him out and about. He loved it. Plus, how in the hell was he going to find himself some friends and a Logia type Devil Fruit if he was stuck on an island all the time fixing mediocre ships?

He came to the island for a specific purpose; To catch whoever the hell it was that was going to send a fleet of pirates to his island. To put it into perspective, he actually forgot about his little ‘mission’. He was so focused on fighting Stickybeard, and meeting the two individuals who were fighting with him. The tall ivory-locked fellow was kickass, and the electric-dude in blue was pretty badass in his own right. Hell, it was possible they could even end up helping Rocket on his ‘mission’!

The medic watched the battle ensue. There was a bit of small talk and then it would kick off. The boy who flew in on a boat immediately surged forward to meet Stickybeard in combat but was sent away almost as fast as he appeared in front of Stickybeard. It was amusing to be extremely honest. The man walked forward a bit and his whole body pulsated. Arcs of electricity spit about around him as his eyes lit up with a blue hue and his body merged to meet its true form. His eyes looked over those who aggravated the pirate and Stickybeard himself. The corruption was not surprising, his whole being was consumed and continued to grow slowly. However, what was surprising was the other man.

"Both of you corrupted by temptation and the sins of this world will see purification. However, Stickybeard will see it sooner."

No more words would be met in the slightest. Any attempts at speaking wouldn't be acknowledged either. Osore's arms turned into blades of electricity that hummed as they grew in power. He bolted forward as well only he didn't blindly rush forward with the obvious hits. His first left thrust aimed for Stickybeard's back was a feint. The true strike would be the right arm aiming for Stickybeard's neck. Osore was in a familiar boxing stance for now.