Celler Pirates, Debut: The Gathering.

[Hetorix]

Celler was quick to dock his boat in the harbor. The dark stirring clouds in the sky, halted his travel. He wasn't a navigator by any means, so facing the sea's storm alone was more than he could handle. Walking slowly off the dock, eye's fixed on a line of buildings. They're signs read in order, "General store", "The Grand Ole' Saloon", and "Pappies fishing shop". ' I could use a drink, and maybe some grub. ' - He thought hopping up a few stairs. Brushing passed double doors, they creaked loudly before slamming behind him. This drew the rooms eye's too him briefly. Celler had been dressed in the usual manner, no shirt or jacket, black pants, and his green sash. Weapons at the ready, as always. Scooting back a bar stool, and plopping down lazily. Celler brought forth coins from his pocket, spreading them across the counter he spoke out to the bartender, " Food and drink! Make it fast. "

[Seven]

Darius had just docked his boat, on the opposite end of the island as Celler. He walked through the streets, gaining the stares of some snickering cowboys, making fun of his height. He wanted to pull out his guns and shoot their legs off, but he didn't want to waste his cybernetic supply of power. He looked around, spotting a bar about half a mile away. He ran towards it, needing something to drink. He was exhausted from rowing across the entire West Blue, with no proper ship.  He opened the bar door, and walked straight towards the counter.
"Hey bartender... Gimme something to drink please..."
"Oh, sure thi-" The bartender stopped in mid sentence "huh? I thought I heard someone's voice..."
"..I'm down here." Darius responded. Apparently, he was too short for the bartender to see.
"Oh, sorry son, I didn't see you there." The bartender assumed he was a kid, "Which do you prefer, orange juice, or milk?"

[Fresca]

Rossier had been in town for several days, but people were still not accustomed to his extreme height; being eight feel tall meant that he towered over everyone else. It also didn't help that he looked like an Indian on a Cowboy's island, but they gave him no real trouble. Rossier quietly (as always) made his way into a bar and settled down at the front counter. He found himself next to an extremely short man. He paid no real attention to him, as he knew what it was like to be stared at constantly, and having one less person staring at you always made you feel better. The bartender looked Rossier up and down, almost admiring his height.

"Heh.. so, uhh, what to drink there, partner?"

"..."

"Alright, then. I'll choose for ya. Rum it is."

[Hetorix]

Glancing over momentarily, Celler's gaze fixed on the "little person." Though his attention quickly moved back to a waitress, as she brought food and drink for him. On the plate sat a fairly large sized hunk of meat, in the bottle was some cheap watered down sake. Showing no manners or restraint, Celler dug in like a wild animal. Ripping off large hunks of meat and gulping them down, until it was nothing but bare bone. To wash it down he poured sake into his mouth, straight from the bottle. He did so, gargling the drink in a obnoxious manner. " Ahhhh.... Wasn't too bad. " - Celler said nodding grateful to the woman. As another man made his entrance now, he looked up at the large fellow.

[Seven]

Darius looked up. Some sort of hulking monster had sat down next to him. He was more than 4 times Darius' height. Normally this would intimidate him, but he knew he had a load of cybernetic weapons up his sleeve, plus he was a pretty fair fighter on his own. Darius continued to talk to the bartender, going ahead and accepting the glass of milk. He drank it, it was actually better than alcohol in his opinion. Alcohol stunted growth, and that's the last thing he needed.
He examined the rest of the bar. He saw one cloaked man, sitting off in a corner. The man's cloak had a minor bump in the side left, and the shape of it indicated he was armed with a gun. The man had small markings on his hands, signifying that he was used to gripping a gun tightly, and was possibly good at it. Darius' attention switched to another man, who had just polished off a hunk of meat, and a glass of sake. He wore exposing clothing, and was rather muscular, giving off the impression that he was overconfident, and wasn't afraid to show it. Darius had extreme attention to detail, because of the cybernetics in his eyes.
He decided the thread needed some plot, so he looked around,. A group of people were starting a poker tournament, the loser eitehr pays up or gets shot. It looked fun, so he approached the table. "I'm in" he said, throwing a few beli on the table. The men began to laugh, but understood he was serious, even with this height, so they allowed him to join.

[Fresca]

Rossier had finished his rum and was quietly looking upon the poker tournament. He had already noticed the only three people worthwhile noticing in the bar; the rather short man, a cloaked man in the corner, and the.. err, man who had woofed down a plate of meat and spirits in a rather crude manner. But Rossier was not one to judge; after all, most people he met actually thought he was mute. Rossier had begun to become tired of the rather slow-moving plot of this thread, and was planning to leave the bar quietly, hoping no one would notice him not paying the bill; the rum was stale in his opinion. As he began to exit, the bartender called to him, "Hey, partner. You didn't pay your bill." Rossier flopped his arm up in a non-chalant matter and exitted the pub.

[Hetorix]

" What horrible manners.~ " - Celler noted sarcastically to the dark skinned man. In a sense, he was no better, so there wasn't need to drag it out. ' I've put off starting my crew too long. ' - He thought, spinning around in his seat. With his right hand resting atop the aviator hat, Celler scanned through the room. There wasn't much of a selection to recruit, mostly drunks and burnouts. Celler did show a slight interest in the large man, leaning up partly as he left the building. Not particularly inclined to follow, he instead listened in on the poker tables conversations.

[Seven]

Darius was dealt the first hand, they were playing texas hold em'. He had a pair of aces in his hand, an eight, a nine, and a jack were on the table. He figured that if someone had a ten and either a queen or a seven, they'd have a straight. But that was unlikely.. He quickly calculated all the possibilities of the number of people playing and the chance of getting what cards. He figured out the equations quickly, and numbered it all in his head. After a few games of his card counting and solving everything mathematically, he had won all the games, and was smirking at his big pile of money.
"That's enough" one man stood up, pointing a gun at Darius. "This little runt cheated"
"What??" He ducked under the table, right before the gunshot was heard. The bullet bounced off the floor next to him. he could stand under the table, so if he dashed away, thered be no slow down time of getting back onto his feet. But then he'd be ditching the money. Oh well, there's only one last option.
He pointed his arm up, lifting out the machine gun and sending bullets flying through the table above. This shut the men above up for a second, then they proceeded to shoot underneath the table. Darius shot all of them in the legs, spinning in a 360 while continuously firing.

[Fresca]

Rossier was simply waiting outside the bar, contemplating his next destination, when he heard the gunshots. He raised his eyebrows and peeked through the door to the bar, having heard it come from there. As he was about to enter the bar, a cowboy behind him stopped him, saying "Hold up there, partner. I think you'll be just fine standing out here." As Rossier went to take another step, he noticed the cowboy had a revolver in his belt out of the corner of his eye, and the cowboy was reaching for it. Rossier was ready for situations like this. By the time the cowboy had raised his revolver, Rossier had whipped out his rifle, turned around and whacked the cowboy backwards, and had fired a shot point black at the cowboy's stomach. Rossier turned back around and entered the bar, ready for whatever was going on inside.

[Hetorix]

As some time passed, Celler was offered another drink from the lady behind the table. Stretched out lazily, he sipped some sake out of a glass. Now with a cup he acted a bit more civilized. The ringing of gunfire turned quickly turned his head about. When the fight broke out, most in the bar hunkered down behind whatever was available. Celler instead, sat firm watching the ordeal unfold. The entire room, or at least those close to the poker game could make out the conversation. Watching as the little man scurried under the table, Celler's eye's opened wide, as he took out the men with ease. Holy shit! What a surprising upset. Relaxing a bit, as the fire died briefly. His attention darted to the door way, this time it seemed there had been a gun fight outside. Celler smirked lightly, as the large man re-entered, letting the sound of a body flop around behind him. " What a couple of trouble makers.~ " - Celler remarked loudly.

In the corner past both Darius and Rossier, two men sat. They began to look suspicious, reaching down near their waist. Then! The sound of what Celler believed to be a pistol hammer locking, resonated from them. Celler immediately hopped up, scooting his stool back. The two other fighters must have been oblivious too this. Though unsure of the men's intentions, he acted before they had a chance too. Gliding across the room swiftly. Celler kicked the lip of the table, slamming the opposite side into the men, pinning them down. " Looking for a fight? " - Celler said with a smile. Celler's left hand caressed the hilt of his mace, as his right held up the aviator hat. His leg pushing the table deeper into their torso's. He lifted up his mace, smashing it against the first man's face. The blood splatter shot over on the wall.

Celler then jumped up onto the table, bringing down his mace a final time. Slamming it in the second man's head. After flinging the blood for his weapon, he sheathed it. Searching through the two bodies, he took whatever money and valuables they possessed. Finally coming to rest at the end of the table, he sat upon it looking over the room. " You guys are pretty strong. " - Celler said crossing his arms. " Are either of you pirates? " - He asked inquisitively, directing his attention too Darius and Rossier. There was no point in playing around the subject.

[Seven]

Darius smiled. It seemed he had started quite the full blown bar fight. The men he hadn't taken out were in a panic, frantically yelling, some scurrying away, some readied with guns. The giant from before had just taken down someone outside, and a suspicious guy in the corner was drawing his gun. Darius had noticed it the second the guy had put his hand on the gun barrel, because of his cyborg vision. But before he could act on this notion, another man had already slid across the bar and taken down the gunman. Impressive.

Before he knew it, the man had already approached Darius, talking about pirates and strengths. Darius flipped around, sniping someone in the opposite corner of the bar, who was readying a gun. Darius then responded to Celler's question, "Yes, I'm a pirate. Why do you ask?
He hadn't identified Celler as friend nor foe yet, so he didn't attack. He noticed someone else, pulling out a den den mushi and calling for marine attention immediately. Dam... The last thing I need is marines... I didn't want to earn any sort of name against the government until I was really strong...

Darius turned, seeing a man coming at him with a broken beer bottle. Darius rolled onto the ground, narrowly dodging the glass assault. He proceeded to run under the man's legs, and made his way behind the man. He was almost out of bullets, so he didn't want to waste any of that for now. He waiting for the man to turn, and then swung a hard punch into his gut, sending him tumbling over.