>>~into.the.ocean~<<[Anastasia, closed]

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“By decree, according to martial law with a twist of personal vengeance of the royal army, the sentence of murdering twenty two men of the army is a death of humility. Burned alive for the whole world to see.”

The yellow helmeted man remained silent as he stood on a stool with cuffs connecting his wrists inseparable, ankles bounded together by chains. It didn’t cut any circulation, but was just enough to keep the soldier restrained. The man who was just speaking to the large crowd watching the stage Blackout was present on, dressed in a blue fancy coat, turned away from the group and walked towards Shiro, who was being doused in alcohol by a British lackey. Clothed, the soldier wasn’t. Stripped of everything, Blackout was; except his pants and undergarments to prevent the crowd from witnessing much indecency. Men with torches stood on each side of him, waiting to light their representation of revenge. Approaching the soldier, the man in blue spat at the helmet of his in disgust, clearly hurt by the previous massacre. “Any last words from you, demon bastard..?” snarled the brit.

The blazing sun lit up his body, other than the abnormal heartless veins connected from his neck to his torso, a scarred up muscular build was what caught so many eyes in the crowd. The chin of the soldier’s tipped upwards, the glowing white holes peering into the brown orbs of the world native. Despite the fact that Shiro had fired in reaction to being fired at; despite the fact that they had ordered him to surrender himself for looking abnormal; despite the fact that they were to throw him in a cell for doing nothing wrong; despite the fact that they threatened children’s lives in order to get the soldier to back down… There was a calming sense of his fate. A dark raspy voice started speaking beneath the helmet, ”I appreciate this theory of justice...”

With that being said, the flames touched the skin of the man, erupting Blackout into a red fury. Oh, and it was truly painful. It felt as if he was located in a furnace. The crowd gasped in awe and the soldiers’ eyes widened at the shocking results. The skin of Shiro’s didn’t melt, only absorbed the flames as if they never existed.

“Again!”

The torches lit the soldier on fire only to witness the same results.

”Destiny appears not to agree with this... Perhaps it’s not justice after all.”

“Again!”

”It’s a shame too...”

Once the man burst into raging flames again, the skin tone of Shiro’s transformed into a bright red, emitting a high pitched sound. As if Blackout’s voice boomed like a microphone, he continued, ”Innocents will burn for your error. Run.”

The audience started to run, but it was too late since energetic flames spiraled out of the body of Blackout like an explosion with wildfire as its remains, incinerating the royal army and many of the citizens that were present. Before he knew it, most of the stage was ashes, the structures around him deteriorating into rubble slowly. Extending his arms, the gravity manipulator watched as his knife rushed towards him out of nowhere, slicing the chains that connected the cuffs, but stopping before it could pierce the man’s bare chest. Noticing his other weaponry returning to him from the streets, Shiro grabbed the knife from his orbit and, with his strength, cut the chains restraining his legs with the blade. For some reason, his pants did not incinerate themselves (avoiding the awkward nudity part, so being unrealistic right now). Once his armada of weapons returned to their “sun”, the “planets” started to rotate around Shiro as if it were natural. Grabbing Pride amongst the group with his unarmed hand, Blackout’s head turned instinctively at the nearest sound of movement. ”Are you going to arrest me too...?”

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Anastasia (lil rusty with the post here; also very tired)

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They dropped like flies. People dying in Port Royal was a common thing. Whether it was from liquor, old age or a nasty brawl, it happened. Life was fleeting here. It was an aspect of life that Anastasia had gotten used to. Upsetting but it happens and so far, it didn’t happen to her. Today, however, was extremely special. Some of her favorite blue coats kicked the bucket thanks to a shiny new stranger she absolutely had to see. The royal marines were pests to the female. They were especially cruel to the people here. It’s what made Tortuga better than this place. Men in wigs running around like dogs, searching for the next piece of meat they could fine and tear up at the sound of a whistle only they could hear. They didn’t care who they hurt or who’s life they slain. Those are the blue coats, no, the East India Trading Company as a whole.

Anastasia hid herself behind stone pillar at the entrance, preferring to take the back seat and much farther away from the townsfolk. They were a bunch she’d rather not hang around with. Curiosity drew her to this hearing and honestly? Part of her felt bad for the man in chains. It was poetic what happened to them and she knew that the citizens of this miserable town felt the same way. Seeing as the blue coats were on a roll today, she did not want to be next. With the way this was going, it looked like anyone could go any second now. The entire affair was a mess. They wasted precious alcohol to burn one man. Her eyes followed that one lackey to an area that probably led to more booze. Something she’d make a note of. Anastasia didn’t blink once as they pressed the burning torch against his bare skin. They did it again and again. Nothing was ever good enough for them.

But when there’s smoke, there’s fire and Anastasia knew she was going to have run back a bit, despite the distance she was already at. The color of his skin and the tone of that last line? Run was right. She did the only thing she could do. Anastasia sprung backwards, moving farther away from the pillar with a terrifying speed. There was an explosion of flames that threatened to consume everything around him. She heard the screams of the citizens and the blue coats. Anastasia saw a lot of things here but this sure as hell was a new one. Just as the flames died down, so did their cries. Gone. All gone except her. She was the only one around. Frantically, she looked around her to see if anyone had noticed. No one was in the immediate area.. yet. They’d all come running soon. This was the best moment to loot or pick up whatever remained. She had to be quick and she had to be quiet. The thief would sprint back into area until she saw him. He was working on the chains they kept him in and maybe he wouldn’t notice her. She moved around him like a cautious animal, working her way to sweet, sweet rum.

”Are you going to arrest me too…?”

At the exact moment he addressed her, Anastasia felt like someone stabbed her heart with an icicle. She stopped right in her tracks. “Sh*t…” For a fraction of a second, she froze. She’d been caught sneaking around. They were so frightening and yet, so exciting! Ah~ She loved those moments. Awkward as they appeared to be, he was giving her the stage. A little lip service never hurt. Maybe a little extra for the man who just incinerated a good chunk of the people here… The corners of her lips curled in simple delight. Deep crimson irises would slowly move over to the man with yellow mask. She slowly turned to face him completely. “…Only if you want me to. I personally wouldn’t mind getting a little close.” She’d take slow steps towards him, testing how hostile he was. He questioned her and she answered. This stranger had to be a little reasonable.

This man just incinerated dozens of innocent people and here she was just acting like it was a normal, sunny day. Anastasia wasn’t afraid of him and with that insignia, how could she? It would be a stain on all that she worked for in the last fourteen years. She loathed that symbol and the horrendous creatures that carried it. The ones that were responsible for her being here in the first place. The ones that killed so many. Why, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel a twinge of anger. Memories on every end of the spectrum were painful to her. In the end, it came down to those shadowy creatures with the beady little eyes.

At the same time, Anastasia would not be so quick to write him off. For many reasons. One, people were useful to an extent. She fully planned on getting as much information from man as she possibly could. Two, maybe, in some messed up way, he wasn’t so bad. The psychos were way better anyways. At least they were committed, right? In the end, it was always the same as other sticky situations; she could afford to put aside her personal feelings so long as she reached her goal. Anastasia would do it. As long as she found her brother. A step in the right direction was always a good thing, right? With that in her mind, Anastasia kept her composure, the placid expression on her face remained. She spoke in low, velvet tones, trying to coax him out of attack mode (or what seemed like it). “Relaaax, cowboy~ Nobody’s here to kill you. Just us troublemakers. I swear.”

No matter how sweet her words were or how smooth she came off, there was something about this situation that set her on edge. It was a feeling she was unfamiliar with. Anastasia had gotten herself into trouble before but this felt different. There was that scary tension in the air. That biting curiosity that got the cat killed. It felt like a collection of things. Maybe it was the insignia on his mask or the weapons floating around him. Maybe it was because she didn’t have Desperado in her hands. It was easy to feel mighty and powerful with a weapon in your hands. It offered security and that was what she felt she was lacking at the moment. All she could do was talk until the feeling went away. “Are you going to burn me too?” she asked jokingly. She hoped his answer to that would be a big fat no.

Despite the fact that she was uneasy about him, the situation was a little funny to her. For one, it was cute that he thought she was a blue coat. Despite wearing one with her own adjustments, she couldn’t be the furthest thing from it! “In all seriousness, I’m not the arresting type. I’m the stealing type.” That’s right, she was a criminal herself. A thief. “I just might be your type too.” A shameless one at that. So much for being serious. That fear of him and dying was slowly dissipating. She turned her head, whistling as she looked at all the rubble. Man, so much for looting. He did a number on this place. No doubt more trouble would come this way soon. She started to walk backwards slowly towards the entrance she’d come through. “Now… you can stay here if you’d like to but I’m going to run. It’d be nice if you followed me. Maybe you’ll save yourself from doing erm.. ” , she motioned her hands at the surrounding ruins and dilapidated structures, “this again. Plus the red coats are just as nasty as blue ones so…” Frankly, giving him the option to come along with her was silly. She didn't owe him anything and yet, she felt compelled to. She left it open, giving him the chance to answer before she made a run for it.

Tags: Blackout
Skills Used: The Wolf Herself (to run from the explosion)