A lush green forest with a good amount of trees. Pretty deep, with the usual things forests have. Trees, animals, maybe a creek here or there. Its usually a peaceful place, but who knows what will happen. Especially since its on this island....

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Rancor walked away from the streets, slowly drifting around. The man needed a place to stay at....some place secluded. Some place isolated, so he could spend time aawy from people. Rancor, the 'Twin Reaper', was wanted after all. A hunter that could be hunted was one that needed to stay hidden. Besides that, Rancor had real social problems....

The man drifted forward through the forest, ignoring most of the animals that stared at him. His black overjacket, ragged, blew lightly in the small wind that always seemed to follow him. As with his hair, because Rancor's hood fell back. But the man didnt care. This was a forest afterall....

Rancor drifted around more, finally finding a rock. The man sat one it, almost laying down. Staring up into the blue sky. The hunter did what he always did in his solitude.

He began to think. About who knows what....

Previously wandering into the forest, a pretty well liked if not familliar pirate (Obviously a pirate) could be seen in the distance walking along.. "I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts..." he was singing aloud to himself mostly.. Stopped.. Bawled out laughing for a moment.. before returning to what he was doing.. .. .. strolling around...

Rancor stared into the sky, filtered by the leaves of trees. The sun was shining on his face.....but it was so filtered. Rancor simply stared at for it awhile, wondering and admiring. Until he heard footsteps in the distance, and a bit of laughter.

The hunter heard the voice, the laughing, and instantly threw his hood up. Reaching back and pulling out his scythes instinctively. There the man saw another man.....a pirate. A pirate that enjoyed strolling around the forest...singing....?

Rancor blinked, but stared at the man anyway.

"kaizoku....." Rancor said softly. ".....what are you doing.....here?"

"Here they are a......... a... ah, forgot the line.. aw well, gotta find some better -.." Zako stopped down the small forested path from Ranc. Hands crossed behind his head, the man looked through his good eye over at teh ragged looking guy.

Lowering hands slowly, the pirate captain - presently alone since his crew left him here for his vacation after hte Kon incident - paced leasurely over towards Ranc.

Slouching slightly to take in this unknown guy's visible weaponry and such, the KrimsonKizu replied calmly and with a kind smile, "Cause I like long walks in foligiated areas..." Clearing throat slightly, in a mere actor-like display, the pirate started, "Zako." Before gesturing towards Ranc.

Rancor scoffed just a bit.

....when most see me....they avoid my path...maybe....he doesnt know who I am.

Rancor calmly walked back to a tree. His large scythes still out, the hunter leaned against the tree. A shadow was casted around his body. The hunter began to think about the pirate in front of him. The name sounded familiar....somehow.

".....Zako....of the Crimson Cut....Kaizoku....?"

Well, this was a good start. It was alright that Ranc didn't state his name. But the fact that the man referred to him as Zako and not KrimsonKizu was better than most have met him. This must of course mean that Ranc is a nice guy and most likely no threat whatsoever.

Reaching up to place hand to hat, the man lifted the rim slightly to get a better view. Here the rest of his scar could be seen beyond the one eyepatch. But, eh, Zako didn't care about that. He just wanted to get a better view of Ranc..

"Yup.." Zako eventually responded.

Rancor noticed the man's scar. The man's hat...the man's look. He was so carefree....almost so innocent. The man in front of Rancor didnt even seem like a pirate at all. He seemed like a incoherant giddy fool. With a bouncy bounty....

Rancor had seen posters. Some for 20....others 8. Million beli, of course. Rancor didnt know how much the guy was worth here, but it must have been something.

"...a cold wind blows...kaizoku...."

Rancor looked up into the sky with his hood. Slowly tightening the grips on his scythes.

"You are a man wanted by the law....a man with a bounty...."

Oddly enough, a cold wind did blow through the forest. Lightly blowing up Rancor's hood, revealing the man's cold face and almost pyschotic eyes for just a moment. Then his face was lost in the shadows of the hood. Rancor then stared at Zako.

"options. Two of them. You can come with me peacefully....or you can be subdued by force...."

Rancor's stare was cold and almost piercing. And he was in a semi-battle stance.

Alright... Maybe Zako was wrong about this guy.

However, the man barely noticed without a tint of carefree action taken.. He looked confused and seemed to want to clarify if Ranc was kidding or not. Blinked a few times in confusion.

Eventually, Kizu scratched his hat (opposed to his head). "no disrespect and all. But where will we be going." Zako turned his head to look back to where he thought town was.. "Don't see any reason you'd 'subdue me by force' for a trip to the tavern. Less you really need a drink..."

This guy is really, really....dense....

"...I dont need a mug of grog....not now. I am a hunter. Wielder of the dual scythes and nightmare to most......I live to capture those like yourself.....for profit."

Rancor looked at the guy more. Staring into his eye, almost into his soul.
"now....what is your decision? Know that you stand in front of the Twin Reaper...."

"Come off it.." the man started, still not fully taking in that Ranc was challenging the pirate's personal future and freetime. "I don't want to call you TwinReaper everytime I see you.. don't you have a real name?"

paused. Now that he thought of it.. maybe he did hear of someone named.... no.. no. that was TwinRaven. Completely different person.. Shook head..

"Ah, sorry. Neither. I'd rather just continue my walk." Zako gestured towards the path he was once walking on just down this one.

Rancor continued to stare into the man's eye. And even into the one that was patched. But at the mention of the question to his name, Rancor stared down for just a brief second. He spoke in a soft, but firm, voice. Dark and brooding.

"...a real name....a real identity. I had one once, I was known by a name. But that man? He is dead....he died long ago in a horrible place....." Rancor slowly rose his head. Going back to the cold stare.

"....now the shell of the man, the physical body that remains. The reaper is always a step behind me.....I know because a cold wind always blows.....right now, this shell...me....is referred to as the name 'Rancor'. Or...as some have dubbed...."

Rancor twirled around his scythes for a moment and stuck them in the ground.

"....the Twin Reaper."

"Kaizoku....you are wanted for profit. It is my duty as a hunter....to turn you in for profit. Whether you be willing or not...."

Furrowing brows temporarily, Zako wondered - Just through the tone of Ranc's speech over how he threw away his possessions and old life for bountyhunting alone - if he were of the undead or a vampire or something... Grah, those tails of zombies gave him the creeps... But, well, TR over here didn't look like he was green to the gil and partially chewed like his friend told him Zombie were supposed to look like.

Went into deep thought, before finally responding. "Alright Ranc." gave a calm, nice grin. As if the hunter before him werent' holding 2 large sharp killer-scythes. "How bout we go to the tavern for a drink. I don't want a hunter to even think about taking me anywhere without getting to know them first.." brief nod.

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...........................................just......how....moronic....no....how dense....
.....is this guy?! He's unlike anything....I've ever....met....

Rancor stared blankly into Zako.

"you....your either brave...intelligent...and witty to the maximum level.....or you are a complete moronic dense fool......no.....either way you do seem to be very, very dense...."

Rancor slowly pulled his scythes from the ground.

"it must be so....interesting....for you to have such bliss, granted to you by your way of dense thinking...."

Rancor calmly stood. This was perhaps the first time he was ever offered a drink by anyone....it was even more unusual it was being offered by a man he was threatening to beat and capture....

"It must be so interesting to be given more than 2 options to follow.." Zako replied with a kind hearted smile. As if completely not taking in that the utterly surprised hunter presently call him, if not think of him 3 times in a row, densely moronic for his outside way of dealing with things.

Ah, but what was the pirate to think over the matter. He seriously didnt' feel like fighting anyone right now. Cause where's the fun in that? Can't make friends when stabbing a sword into their gut and/or killing them, ya know.

"So.. Drinks are on me then." Zako grinned.

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Rancor was having a mental laspe right now. Honestly, he didnt know what to do. But there was one thing for certain....

Rancor twirled his scythes around and stuck them in the sheaths on his back.

"you....definetely....are a piece of work...." Rancor shook his head for a few moments. Calmly he stood up.

"...a man like me drinks alone. Usually.....and many kaizokus avoid my path...."

Rancor was still a bit in shock....he truly did not know what to do. Such a state of mind happening to an already broken mind was strange. As Rancor usually was calm, drifty, and knowing.

".............you truly must know....nothing about me....." Rancor reached into his pouch and put a cigarrete to his lips. Lighting it up.

".....go...lead the way...."

Listening to RAnc give his small speech, the man decided that this guy wasn't a major threat after all. Must've just been his imagination...

However, after the hunter stated a solidly foggy fact about Zako knowing nothing about him, the kaizoku grinned..

While leading the way back to thestreet - after a brief walk since they were deep into the trees - he stated.. "ah, I probably know you.. It's just, well.. My memories' lacking."

Laughed breifly, now onto thestreets.

Rancor shook his head.....why was he doing this? He should capture this man and turn him in for the bounty...but...it would seem so....dishonorable. The man was dense, clueless, maybe even moronic. Offering the Twin Reaper a drink.

Hearing what was said, Rancor stared into the ground as he moved to follow Zako.

.....no one knows me. Not even me....