Trinket of Syzygy | One Piece fanfic

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Chapter 7: A Sharp Recruit

"The City of Protection, huh? Not too shabby." Upon the inlet of a crystal-clad island stood a lady engulfed in shade. She tittered lightly as her mouth stretched into a malignant smile. With her graceful, dainty steps; she gradually treaded across the coastline sand and towards the city's threshold. There, she was met with a pair of decked up body guards who were guarding the gate. One, arrayed in a sophisticated green uniform. The other, in red. Both were brown-haired and had the same azure-tinted eye color. The petite girl's calculating, yet eccentric gaze segued from one gatekeeper to the other. "You two must be siblings, correct?" One of the gatekeeper's eyes broadened at the sight of a young lady. It seemed that they hadn't noticed her presence until now, despite her being right in front. Meanwhile, the other responded with a faint mutter, "Yeah, no shit. We look practically the same." Then suddenly, the lady blinked past them, in ways that sent chills down their spine. "Such crass language. Didn't anyone teach you the slightest bit of refinement? Or are you too pathetic to be even considered worthy of such efforts?" She heaved a sigh and resumed with her statement. "Though since the both of you seem pitiful enough, I might as well digress. Afterall, I'm feeling quite generous today! Thus, seeing as how you two are far overdue for a makeover, it is something that I shall provide with great honor. A free one, at that." The twin soldiers stared and blinked at each other momentarily. The one in the red suit carried on with a relatively brash tone. "Just get over with it." The lady smiled delightfully, as she pulled out a powder puff. She commenced the process by applying contour on their cheeks. Afterwards, she snagged an eyeshadow stick that was used to incorporate special touches for the overall look.

"A simple, yet breath-taking semblance, don't you think?" As they were both granted mirrors, the soldiers found themselves admiring the finished product of their now adorned appearance. "To think I couldn't get any more gorgeous." The monotone gatekeeper in red, remarked. "Woah, this actually looks impressive! Here I thought you were gonna pull something shady on us." Exclaimed by the green clothed man. "But is this really supposed to be a part of the whole look? It kinda looks more like a blemish to me." He pointed at a dilated vein, contorting on his cheek. To which the girl replied calmly "That's because it's not finished yet, silly. It should only take a few minutes though, so just be patient." The gatekeeper rubbed the back of his head, before speaking in a flustered tone. "Ah- I see. Then what abou-" "AGHH!!!!" The red clothed gatekeeper screamed in agony, padding his now swollen cheeks and eyelids with both of his palms. "Damien..?" In his attempt to reach out to his brother, it was already too late. far too late. The exact same effects had also afflicted the other gatekeeper. Both were now experiencing torrents of insoluble pain, whilst their entire faces radically grow more swollen, minute after minute. Eventually, they fell onto their back; still writhing in anguish. The lady brought out a sinister smile and ruthlessly stepped on their torsos. "Now we're definitely about to finish. Just hold on tight." Soon, she snuck out what appeared to be a lipstick. As she slowly pushed up its head, a knife jutted out. A single drop of poison resting at the tip of its blade. With no reluctance, the girl thrusted the blade directly into their faces, one by one. The poisonous substance that infused the knife seemed to have accelerated the swelling, eventually spreading throughout their heads as well as causing them to burst out and explode. Thick streams of blood gushing and scattering everywhere. Then, the lady proceeded to enter the gate with a malicious giggle. "Yet another client for the Blood Mascara."

"Here we go!" Finally back on scene, Quince immediately charged at the oversized woman. Being quite bulky, Diana tanked the attack, taking but a scratch. "So you do pack a punch. Now I can envision my subordinates being shattered by you." Quince grinned at the woman "You seem to have some muscle to you too. But I no longer have time to waste on you. I have a patient who needs me!" Quince retained his power pulse, as he once again charged at the rather large woman. She loaded up her rather huge rifle, launching several bullets at Quince. They seemed to dish out a decent chunk on the ram. "It seems all you do is ram your head in like a braindead bull. You're a one trick pony, aren't ya? This makes it even harder to believe that Orion got defeated by the likes of you. Here I thought I wasn't coddling him enough. But I suppose your fight with him and Vespertine exhausted you. At least those men could find themselves to at least be slightly worthwhile." Quince still standing aimed for the woman's stomach, with her using the rifle to block the attack. Then whacking it at the ram, as it pushed him back a little bit.