It's the thrill in the end. In that moment when something stolen becomes mine or is it? That's the bliss I desire.

"The name of the game is Three Eyed Ogre. They'll be three cards fore' ya. I'll show ya' all of dem face up. After that, I'll shuffle them face-down. Guess the right card and win the ante." the estranged street merchant explained. "Shishshi..." Jackal chuckled to himself, concealed underneath his brown hooded robe. Activating his Kenbunshoku Haki, he'd simply place a bag with around ten million beli on the table, "Double my ante if I win right? This is ten million up front." Jackal said smirking, his face concealed, leaning his head towards the floor. The merchant began to sweat buckets at the man's large wager but he'd had a foolproof system of winning so the man greed led him to promptly accept the wager. After this, everything the man did happened in slow motion to Jackal, the street dealer would show Jackal the 'Three Eyed Ogre' card, placing on the centre of the small 14 x 10 inch table, he'd do all his 'transactions' on. The dealer would add two random cards into the fold, making a total of three cards on the table. Crossing his two hands in a 'X' like pattern above the cards, he'd proceed to turn the cards face-down, finishing with the centre card. This was the apex of the whole ruse, as the centre card was flipped over, the dealer would swiftly, slide the Ogre up his sleeve, and place another card onto the table. The onlookers watching the trick wouldn't honestly be able to tell the difference, for an untrained eye, no one would be able to notice the trick.

However, with his Observation Haki in play, it'd be easy pickings. "Now. Guess which card's the Ogre!?" the dealer exclaimed confidently. Folding his arms, "None." Jackal responded grinning, shinning his canine like teeth in the man's face. "W-W-W-What do ya' mean none!? Ha!? Can't guess it!?" the dealer shouted, as he'd begin to sweat even more profusely, stuttering as he spoke. At a speed much quicker than the swindler's trick, Jackal would grapple his hand around the man's wrist, applying pressure until the card fell out onto the floor. "I said. None. Which means. I guessed right." Jackal declared, using his vacant right hand to flip over the remaining of the cards. "That'll be Twenty Million Beli." Jackal's devilish grin expanded. Suddenly, the roars from crowd several meters down the busy street had broken Jackal's concentration on the man. The Bandit King would pick up his own beli pouch and the shaky dealer's own, fastening them into his messenger bag on his right, releasing his grip on the merchant, who at a moment's notice, dashed down the street to escape. Jackal's ears twitched, and he'd began to walk towards the direction of loud cheers. Getting closer and closer, he'd noticed a crowd huddle at the entrance of an upcoming alleyway. From his position at the hind of the crowd, he'd be able to make out the people leaning out the windows and watching the street brawl from the comforts of their home.

At the other end of the alleyway, another crowd blocked the exit, not necessarily intentionally but more so they didn't want to be left out of the high pace action that was going on. Sliding through the crack's of the crowd, Jackal's small stature working to his advantage, he'd huddle to front of the crowd, finally being able to make out with his eyes key players. The alleyway was approximately fifteen meters long, and eight meters wide, for the most part, it was a tight fit. Located in the centre of this alleyway, was a small boy, who was floating upwards, more so levitating, a small pint red-head woman and the only familiar face in the pack seemingly taking on a large beast-woman and her pups?

Bandit King would continue to watch until the conflict was resolved, a massive man arrived on the scene causing everyone to scatter, civilian and attacker alike. As the monsters scurried along, and the civilians blocking the alleyway fled, all that remained was the hooded Bandit and a few others wanting to catch a glimpse of royalty. He'd bare no ill-will, honestly, his whole plan was just to watch after noticing that Mohawk was among them, he hadn't caught his name from the whole incident with the Prince in Rainbase. However, they weren't exactly friendly enough that he could burst out the gates screaming at him, Jackal didn't even get his name last time, as they'd been up shit street trying to make it out the casino alive. He'd maintain his eight meter distance, shuffling to the right behind the blindspot of the alleyway, disbursing now with the other civilians. Watching from a distance with his Observation Haki and his enhanced animal ears to their conversation, Jackal set-up his tailing plans from afar, honestly, looking to have a good time in the Capital before his next big heist.

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It's the thrill in the end. In that moment when something stolen becomes mine or is it? That's the bliss I desire.

Remaining in his position at the end of the alleyway, Jackal would listen out as stated prior for the conversation between Mohawk and the oddly assortment of strangers among him, however, much conversation didn't occur at all. The last word Jackal heard would be from the freakishly large man, and it was an utterance more than a conversation starter. What followed next would appear to be an act of magic to any further bystanders onlooking but Jackal felt a similar pressure from an old rival and captive of his own. As the impending gush of willpower leaked out of the alleyway, Jackal initial response was height or flight, get as far away from the scenario as possible. However, using his Observation Haki, he'd pick up on two things, one, everyone present except for the Prince was now laying unconscious, he'd know they weren't dead due to their aura signatures still being present but quelled. Two, this force was a similar to the intent felt from Jin, the national hero he'd defeated only a couple weeks prior. By the time the pressure had reached his position, he could already tell the message wasn't meant for him but moments afterwards, he'd emerge from his hiding spot at the alleyway's end, as it'd make no sense hiding any longer, if that force was what he thought it was.

Eyes pressed towards the ground, Jackal made sure his identity wasn't revealed. The massive man would begin to instruct those who'd been left awake to make sure the man was escorted promptly to the doctor, or else they would severe consequences. Jackal learned everything he'd needed to on a primal level about the 9 footer, and he knew the statement was directed towards him, as he was now the only one standing in the middle of the alleyway, as the others either laid motionless on the ground or darted away from the man's massive will. "Shit. What would I have done if that was intended for me?" Jackal thought. "The world is such a cruel place... When one pillar falls... another larger obstacle pops right before me." Jackal continued his train of thought. Walking briskly to the centre of the alley, with no killer intent present, Jackal would make sure not to expose his face, he'd travel eight meters inward, leaning over to pick up the Red Head Mohawk Man, which as soon as he'd seen his face, he'd remember his name, Bazil. Picking 6'2 ft. pirate up, and strapping him over his shoulders, the Prince would give him an ominous message about if Bazil should want to stand before him again 'He Must Be A King.' The words left a heavy impression on Jackal's own being, to be fair, though he didn't know what the man was speaking about, the way he said it shook him to the core. What'd happen next was less dramatic, the little boy would scuffle, picking up a katana that had dropped from the tiny tot of a woman on the Prince's shoulder, and the Prince would say with a stern tone, "Take good care of Wolfy okay!? I'll watch out for Floaty Lady!" the Prince said with a proud expression.

Jackal would simply turn his hood towards the Prince, making sure not to reveal his identity in anyway to the larger male, shooting the child a grin and a reassuring wink. Jackal would attempt to head back the direction he'd came from, reaching the peak of the alley at the eight meter mark, by this point, the Prince had exited at the fifteen meter mark and faded into the crowd. As instructed, Jackal would walk, hood on, with one of the most wanted men on Alabasta, unbeknownst to him, towards this clinic that may or may not exist. "I swear... I find myself in the most interesting situations." Jackal murmured to himself grinning. Low behold, in the distance, a old rusty sign reading, 'Big S's Clinic' was painted in pink and purple, on a white backdrop, with several flowers patterned into the signs design. It hung from a tent, which was about one story in height, and clearing the blinds, Jackal entered clearing the material with his free left hand, as his right hand was busy hoisting Bazil, who was now snoring his life away. "Oi! Anybody home!?" Jackal shouted. As he'd traversed further into the tent, it surprisingly looked like any other clinic, filled with patient bed's, medical stands and fully decked out medical supplies. Standing bedside next to a patient, a woman's voice shouted, "Over here!", in the most gentlest of tones.


Taking in account the dreamy and soft texture of the woman's voice, Jackal was expecting a frail figure to appear before him, that was a serious stereotype on his part. The woman stood at Seven Feet Tall, and she was about as built muscularly as the Prince he'd just met in the alley prior. The woman was built like a brick wall, with biceps of those Roman God's you'd read about in shitty Scifi Romance novels. What really made the whole experience odd, as the woman talked, she'd maintain that sweet, innocent, childish and girlish voice. "Ah. Is that a new patient? Rest him on the bed next to his one. I'll be there in a minute!" the muscular woman exclaimed. Jackal just stood in awe at the whole experience with a blank expression, but he'd know that Bazil was covered in wounds, so with no further hesitation, he'd place the man onto the vacant bedding. Hopping onto the end of the bed edge, as Bazil rested, Jackal's blank expression remained fixed on the woman. Removing his hood, "Lemme guess. Your Big S?" Jackal asked, looking the woman dead in her eyes. As she tending to the patient, "Ha. No silly. I'm Jasmine. The Head Nurse here. You want Misses Samanta?" Jasmine inquired. "Uh. I guess." Jackal responded, already fed up with this whole situation. Pulling the curtain of the station directly in front of them, a beautiful woman with short cut silver hair, slid from onto of a doctor's desk towards their direction. "I haven't heard someone call me 'Big S' in years... Let along a little boy. Who told you about my childhood nickname?" the woman inquired, meeting Jackal's gaze with her piercing royal purple eyes. "I mean... The clinic's called Big S's Clinic... How uncommon could that be?" Jackal inquired. "Everyone around these part's call me Sammy. Only three people refer to me as Big S, the King, his deceased wife and his Brother. From the state of your friend, it might be the latter." Samantha explained.

"That's beside the point. I was told to drop off Turf Top Head. I think I've had enough excitement for the day. Now that's accomplished, I'll be leaving." Jackal stated. "That's a shame, I was wondering what the famous King of Bandits, The Mink Jackal was doing in my humble abode." Samantha inquired. The woman's mentioning of the word 'King' brought the thought of the message the Prince had left with him. "If you don't mind... I'll wait around to he wakes up. There's something your friend who told me about your clinic Big S that he said you'd clarify. However, I gotta wait until Bazil wakes up." Jackal concluded. "In the meantime, I think you should take a look at this before you go strolling around Alubarna so casually." Samantha exclaimed, ruffling around the drawers of her desk to reveal a stack of bounty posters. After moments of searching, she'd remove two of them and handing them to Jackal, which were the newest bounties placed on Jackal and Bazil's head. "78- 78,000,000 Million." Jackal exclaimed grinning.

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