Rosalind looked on the spectacle, as the large bandaged man, obviously devil fruit user was currently swatting her crew back in forth with a massive club or else tripping them up as roots sprang out from near his feet snaking around the ground. The smaller man fire rapidly from a rifle his shots piercing straight through the armed guards who closed in on him. As they got close the smaller man switched to simply clubbing them back with the rifle butt until one of the guards grabbed it and flung it across the hall and the rifle clattered to a stop far down the floor. They began to close around him until that thing, flung himself over the top of the smaller man. Slamming straight into the nearest man it began to swipe at him with the small sharped points at the end of it's arms and immediately the others turned hammering it hard in the side with feet and weapons, tossing the dummy heavily off the man. But try as they might it simply kept getting up and flinging itself back at the group with a never ending vigor.
Swearing Rosalind rushed back into the kitchen. "Not now, not now" she spat. Breathing heavily as she braced against the kitchen door planning her next move. Glancing to the side of the room she spot's the stove's ventilation system and smiles a cold smile. Grabbing the rest of the her concoction she rushes out of the room, narrowly dodging both the dummy body tumbling through the air and charging back quickly being replaced by two pirates. Her forces were losing, no biggie she had a back up plan. She ignored the groans of the men as she took off down the hallway back to her room.
Slamming heavily into the room she caused the door to fling open. Looking around she quickly set the small pot on an empty table in the corner of the room. Hurriedly she moves swiftly to the back of her small room and presses a small hidden button, revealing a small panel which she pried up with an almost frenzied glee. The panel opened to reveal a series of tubes and a large fire. The tubes lead directly into the heavily modified ventilation system of this building. Slowly and over time she had closed off areas sealed exits and altered the ventilation to tie back to these small tubes. Which emptied directly into the lower levels. Under the mess of tubes was a large bottle. Licking her lips she pulled the bottle up and began to pour the contents into the large bowl over the flames. Quickly she hurried over to the wall and removed the gas mask hanging on it, placing on her face. Then she waited constantly adding more and more of the bottle to the bowl as it evaporated being sucked up into the ventilation.
Then the screaming began. Not fear , frenzy or hate, but a much more subdued emotion, a much more controllable emotion, sadness that deep seated feeling of loneliness, separation, paranoia, and defeat. It is a fear yes, but a much more controlled one a fear that induces apathy rather then forcing action. A fear that causes you to curl into a ball rather then strike out or run. She walked out into the hallway, the concoction in hand, to the sound of years of work vindicated. "It worked" she thought "on a large scale no less, genius." Stepping over the bodies of servants and pirates curled into balls or pushing themselves into walls as if hoping to be swallowed up. They shirked away as she approached. Ignoring them she began to walk up the stairs, towards the Captain's quarters, bowl containing the brew needed to awaken the beast inside. She cracked a large smile at that, what a show it would be.
The gas hit, and at first it seemed just like a smell from an overactive kitchen. The fighting continued, Samuel, Fredrick, and the dummy fought own. Samuel using his massive frame and devil fruit power's, Fredrick using speed smarts and heavy backing from the dummy who continued to throw himself with reckless abandon using enthusiasm and an ignorance of pain.
The first that hit was the paranoia. Like the feeling of someone constantly behind you watching. Fredrick caught a blow to the chin when he found himself attempting to catch a quick glance at the wall behind him. Then the hallucination began, distance mutated and lights dimmed as the world seemed to stretch on and out then finally in on itself leaving the people in a feeling of both claustrophobia and insignificance. You were trapped in a small box lying in an infinitely large space. You try to look around by darkness frames and fills every view point. But not a calm darkness, a darkness filled with ripples and movement, a darkness alive. Running is pointless your mind tells you, the darkness it then beast territory all you can do is stay put and hope it doesn't notice you.
Well that was all Fredrick could do. Up until the point the darkness exploded, or that's what it felt like when the sun blasted through his foreboding cocoon light filled his eyes. Light then soon after the smell of dirt and the touch of uncomfortable sticks pricking his prone body. Samuel stood next to him already up and staring up at the top of the structure as it shook. The dummy stood at his feet staring down at him face in a mix between annoyance and concern as he was shaking him awake, in his hand he held an eternal pose. Fredrick began to sit up began to remembering the last moments before he blacked out. Drugs he figured. He looked at the dummy as it sat cross legged staring at him. He presented Fredrick with an eternal pose. Fredrick looked at him with a blank expression.
"Thanks, you" He mumbled. Sack frowned his forehead becoming ruffled. Fredrick gave him a quizzical stare "Thanks, Sack" he said again, pausing between the words. Sack smiled, but then his face changed back to the annoyed expression as he gestured to the castle.
The gas hit, and at first everyone went down. Everyone, but Sack. Sack glanced around and after noticing all his enemies had suddenly fallen on the floor shivering and curled up, it broke in a large smile, before turning to Fredrick for approval, only to see he was also fainted. Sack's brow furrowed as it rubbed its chin with a floppy paw. Then Sack saw her, from the lab. Sack could tell it was her from the posture. She was scooting along the path wearing the most hideous mask, with a long snout and large eyes. Sack quickly fell to the floor, she scared Sack, what with the nasty stones and all the watching and pricking. She brushed past him without a second glance and headed up the stairs. Sack went over to Fredrick and nudged him, shook him. Nothing, annoying. Then Sack got an idea. She'll know, she always new. Sack'll get her to fix it. Sock reached the door and swung it open, in the same movement Sack melted away into a swarm of rats and began dashing up the stairs.
Sack reformed pressed against the door at the top of the stairs. Two figures were on the other side.
"So now your serving me as well?" The lower gruff voice sounded laughing, Sack didn't know this one.
"Yes, well this is just the first course, Sir." she responded cooly.
"Good" He grumbled, their was a clinking of metal and a large messy sucking sound, followed by a large thud and a hacking sound.
"What is this?" The larger voice shouted through gasps and chokes. Sack opens the door to see a large man covered in stains, with a thick meaty hand around the woman's throat. His skin was red and seemed to be almost beating, his eyes were bulging and his beard rustled like long grass hiding a rabbit. The women kicked and clawed at the massive hands. She was no long wearing the mask it instead was lying at Sock's feet discarded. It looked like her throat would be crushed, but then suddenly the larger man's eyes simply fell backward and his body crumpled to the ground. The women grasped at her throat as she stumbled to the nearest wall. That had been to close, but this entire plan was cutting it to close, with the marines closing in and these pests downstairs. She had lost he crew and all the servants, but she had finally dealt with them. Just like she will deal with the marines, the pirates and then the world government. Then she saw that thing, that mistake.
"Augh" She screamed as she grabbed the nearest thing to her, one of the eternal post lining the wall and chucked it at him. She was fed up with this. She was so close, and yet so much went wrong. Sack represented a failure in her part, represented another of the mounting problems. Sack represented her fallibility, she hated that. Of course she also hated sports. She missed, the eternal post shattered against the wall a foot above and to the left of Sack's head, so she tried again. Sack just stared at the large man crumpled on the floor. The next eternal post connected straight with his face bouncing off harmlessly and falling into his hands. Then the room shuttered, as the man got up. It sent a shock through Sack, every animal instinct suddenly shot off telling Sack to get out of here. The large man shuttered again his entire body contorting as his arms and legs swelled up and massive tentacles burst through his beard, the hair atop his head suddenly began to disappear. She laughed, a piercing laugh as she looked on at the monster that was rising up.
Not thinking twice Sack ran out of the room. All part's of the body not currently used for sprinting down the stairs were frozen in fear. The clawed hand closed over the eternal pose. When Sack reached the bottom floor, the building had already begun to shake, small rocks, started falling down. Sack grabbed Fredrick and Samuel and quickly dragged them out of the building.
Sack gestured to the castle, Fredrick glanced up.
Then a rumble.
"Shit, that's not good" Fredrick said, and he received instant gratification as the roof of the building broke open revealing a strange creature. Atop it one could squint and see a small figure, it's back arched backwards head thrust defiantly against the sky laughing. But even if you could see the figure you wouldn't pay any attention to it, what it was one was just so more interesting. It's skin had the texture of a giant slug, or octopus. It was green and slimy but it's skin still seemed rough and armored. Where is mouth should have been was simply a mass of tentacles mixed in with the remnant of a scraggly black beard which was quickly falling off. The body was bent and misshapen. It's massive wings where powerful and stiff. The form was hunched and his arms were overly long ,dragging on the ground heavy with the massive claws each of it's fingers ended in. As it grew in size quickly the floors began to collapse and the create sprung from it's perch using heavy webbed feet to landed on the ground with an earth shattering shake. As it landed the figure atop it stumbled, slipping on the slick skin of it's mount and tumbled off, in mid fall it was swatted with a heavy crunch by the mindless twitch of the beast's thick tail. It's eyes were inky black wholes seemingly endless. It was scary, Fredrick and Samuel ran. Fredrick made sure to grab the dummy's hand but it seemed for once they were on the same page as it had already shot off.
They ran as the creature behind them began to tear the island apart tree flew through the air like blades of grass, the distant crumble of building's rumbled in the background. Then clashes, and screamed echoes through the island. The monsters grumbles and grunts gaining a new purpose, he was exerting himself. Someone was fighting the beast, someone suicidial. No time to find out who as the three sped on and arrived back to the two boats mooring points, to an anxious Kilford with a log pose clasped in his hand, a large and battered Rolf lying face up on the ocean's tide.
"He tried to come back force me get him off this island, he had enough. I said no he tried to force me with brute strength, so I hit him in the face with my cane and knocked the joint out of his mouth, and he just jumped in after it. Oh and I found this" Kilford explained rapidly holding up a purple tracking den den mushi tossing it to the beach he then finished off with the statement he seemed to want to say from the beginning. "Now what the hell is happening."
"Does it really matter?" Fredrick shot back.
"Guess not" Kilford responded as Samuel slammed against the ship pushing off from being beached.