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Flaming Summit || Invite only || Phoenix D. Jack || Closed

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Ryandurbur

Ryandurbur

The door to the Fang Bite inn on Tequila Wolf swung open with tremendous force, the winds from the barbarous snow-storm brewed outside of the establishment. A young, albino human entered through the forced doorway, gripping his vibrant, slender hands around the metal knob. Struggling to pull the door shut, he had finally managed by planting his feet against the cobblestone wall. He slid his fingers around the thin cloak that shrouded his body, tearing it off of his frame.

“Woo! what a storm!”

Reddick T. Rocket, member of the Cymba-29 Shipwright company from the North Blue bellowed his thoughts throughout the tavern. He ran his hand through his white locks, slicking his hair back. Flakes of snow shimmered down from his shoulders as he moved towards the bar, glittering in the faint torch light that flickered amidst the building.

Rocket had been sent on an interminable mission to obtain Adam Wood, a very sturdy, almost invincible type of wood that was quite the rarity across the entire world. Cymba-29, namely Albert, the leader of the entire company, had sent young Rocket out to obtain some. The last known area of shipment was reported in the East Blue, near Loguetown. Due to the massive snowstorm that struck like a lightning bolt, the young Shipwright was forced to dock at the construction island of Tequila Wolf. That, and he was a bit hungry. He placed his hands upon the wooden counter, thinking to himself.

“I wonder if I should even be taking this break? Oh well, A pit-stop can’t hurt! Bwehehehahaha! Man I am gonna eat every single piece of food they have here! Maybe they even have hamburgers?!”

His lips secreted saliva at the mere thought of any type of hamburger, seeing as they were his favorite type of food. The last time he even had an ounce of sustenance was back in the North Blue, on Spider Miles, the island he had recently attempted to win a Logia Devil Fruit at. “Someday Rocket, someday.. You’ll find a Logia Devil Fruit someday.”

Phoenix D. Jack

Phoenix D. Jack

In the midst of this terribly a man walked, quite casually, clothes clearly not fit for walking such a storm yet except for the wind he seemed more or less unaffected, casually walking around to the stores, they had more less closed down, though a foot inside and a few words of persuasion allowed him to make a few purchases, he was stuck here like any other person relying to ships for travel, that didn't mean he'd wait until it was clear to make a few good purchases, stocking up on ingredients, mostly on spices and other long lasting things, It wasn't like he'd get back here any time soon. Putting his purchases down into his back pack, he started seeking through the storm, aiming to find some shelter, as mentioned before it wasn't like he was very affected by the storm, but some shelter would be nice, if not just relaxing.

He found shelter in an inn, it had lights that could be spotted even in this hazy storm, which only had seemed to become worse over time, so getting inside seemed like a very good idea. As he stepped in he had a smile on his face.
"Nice weather we're having huh..?"
He joked, though there was not a speck of snow on him, that and his odd outfit for such weather had people sending him some strange stares. Though he didn't really care much for it, he felt good; he had finally stopped in a place that actually had some stuff he could use. When hiking on ships you don't hit that as often as you'd think. He'd take a good look through the inn, taking in whatever people that was here.

Ryandurbur

Ryandurbur

The young Shipwright placed both of his hands upon the counter, nonchalantly taking in his surroundings. Despite his flamboyant attitude, he was human, and he did need to rest sometimes. He raised his eyes towards the bartender, who happened to be lightly sliding a white cloth along one of the many glass bottles. Maybe he knew something about the Adam Wood shipment, and at the very least could point in him in the right direction.

“Sir, sir! Do you know anything about the Adam Wood cargo thingy here?!”

It was obvious now that Rocket did not care whether he was heard or not. Everyone in the bar stopped, and glared towards him, even the bartender.

“Shhh! What are ya doin’, idiot?!”  He calmly made his way to where Rocket was sitting, continuing to brush the glasses with utmost care. “Do you want to die?”

Rocket raised his eyebrows, perplexed by the man’s question. Why would he want to die over Adam Wood? It really wasn’t that bigga’ deal to him. “What do you mean, ‘do I want to die’?”

“Cause yer gunna’ be six feet under if the Viper Gang finds out that you’re goin’ for that shipment. They been trackin’ it for weeks, and they don’t take kindly to people buddin’ in on their business. “

He gazed around the tavern, finally setting his nervous, almond eyes upon Rocket once more. “Word has probably gotten out already. Ya better get out now while you can.”

The young shipwright smiled, shaking his head. He slammed his fists against the wooden counter, cracking it’s foundation down the center. “No way! I’ll take ‘em on, all at once!”

Before the bartender could retort, the door swung open again. A man sporting blazing red hair entered the inn, sporting not even one speck of snow upon his body. Rocket could feel his sheer power. It was hot, burning, almost. This blazing aura caused him to stand out from the rest of the crowd, allowing Rocket to become mesmerized by the overwhelming fire incinerating his eyes. “This guy… “

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