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Baratie - #10 @Ichimonji @Emperor Cross
Krabby took place within the kitchen but the young lad didn't have an ounce of interest in learning to cook or getting on anyone's good side. With a swagger and an enormous amount of complacency, he'd move behind Carne and move up a playing card towards his neck. "Hoho, a tough guy. I'm wetting my pants already. Piss off kid, if you don't want to do anything." Carne said, not a whisper but also not shouting. And not frightened by the lad for he had most likely seen much worse. He'd shove the young Krabby away from him, dodging the card if need be. Whether Krabby was aware of it or not Zeff's eye was constantly on him. But fortunately, he couldn't see that he was threatening one of his staff but his suspicion was rising when he noticed Carne's reaction to at least something. The man's eyes narrowed and he stroked his beard, letting out a single grunt.
After Carne had shoved Krabby aside the young lad was up to his own devices, the man himself didn't pay any attention to him anymore. Nor was he going to give him any directions. His wish to chill was effectively granted. But how that'd aid him to gain Zeff's graces remained to be seen.
Meanwhile outside.
Visitors were already entering the Baratie through its main entrance and very quickly the evening shift was in full swing. Gryphon herself would notice this through the amount of people being seated and plated. But the large warship was now in plain view. The avalanche crew would notice it to be around the same size as a regular or common marine ship but re-engineered to fit the pirate lifestyle. At the front of the ship, a bandaged Johnny stepped to the front and extended his right arm, index finger straight at the Baratie.
"My comrades! It is time we take what is mine by force. Zeff has ignored the pleas of a Yonkou to teach one of his commanders the fabled red leg style. That is unforgivable so there rests only one thing for me to do. Enjoy the consequences of your actions, Zeff! GET THEM!" Johnny shouted as from the ship 3 goons leaped out and onto the deck of the baratie, moving towards the stairs and entrance.
Meet Butch, Beck and Burke. The Johnny pirate's commanding officers.
Krabby took place within the kitchen but the young lad didn't have an ounce of interest in learning to cook or getting on anyone's good side. With a swagger and an enormous amount of complacency, he'd move behind Carne and move up a playing card towards his neck. "Hoho, a tough guy. I'm wetting my pants already. Piss off kid, if you don't want to do anything." Carne said, not a whisper but also not shouting. And not frightened by the lad for he had most likely seen much worse. He'd shove the young Krabby away from him, dodging the card if need be. Whether Krabby was aware of it or not Zeff's eye was constantly on him. But fortunately, he couldn't see that he was threatening one of his staff but his suspicion was rising when he noticed Carne's reaction to at least something. The man's eyes narrowed and he stroked his beard, letting out a single grunt.
After Carne had shoved Krabby aside the young lad was up to his own devices, the man himself didn't pay any attention to him anymore. Nor was he going to give him any directions. His wish to chill was effectively granted. But how that'd aid him to gain Zeff's graces remained to be seen.
Meanwhile outside.
Visitors were already entering the Baratie through its main entrance and very quickly the evening shift was in full swing. Gryphon herself would notice this through the amount of people being seated and plated. But the large warship was now in plain view. The avalanche crew would notice it to be around the same size as a regular or common marine ship but re-engineered to fit the pirate lifestyle. At the front of the ship, a bandaged Johnny stepped to the front and extended his right arm, index finger straight at the Baratie.
"My comrades! It is time we take what is mine by force. Zeff has ignored the pleas of a Yonkou to teach one of his commanders the fabled red leg style. That is unforgivable so there rests only one thing for me to do. Enjoy the consequences of your actions, Zeff! GET THEM!" Johnny shouted as from the ship 3 goons leaped out and onto the deck of the baratie, moving towards the stairs and entrance.
Meet Butch, Beck and Burke. The Johnny pirate's commanding officers.