Naval Battle Baratie

[Guren]

Baratie - #3 @Ichimonji

Zeff looked on and observed the red-haired customer before him. When she mentioned his name and infamy it didn't quite spark the reaction Red might've hoped it did. His moniker was pretty well known in the grand-line after all. It wasn't that uncommon for someone to enter this place mentioning it. When Red started to move the conversation to a more private chat all the while being more and more unlady-like, if you'd categorise it as such. Zeff couldn't help but roll his eyes and sigh. Again an attempt he had seen many times now, Zeff had roamed these oceans for years now. By this point, he had seen every trick in the book.

"Listen, miss, I'm in the middle of service-"
"RED LEG ZEFF! I come here on behalf of The pirate prince." - A voice shouted from across the restaurant, luring every eye present onto him., Zeff included. The Head chef would take a glance at this man before casting it towards Red, a casual glance but it'd nonverbally ask the young lady if they were related. It wasn't very often he met people with red hair and two on the same day felt like too much of a coincidence for him.

"My name is Johnny! Captain of the Shinra Pirates, a new subsidiary of The Pirate Prince's grand fleet! You are hereby ordered to teach me that famed red leg. Together with my swift kick, I shall rule the world. Hahahah!" The young man claimed, even putting his arms beside himself, palms facing upwards. Claiming his superiority like a mad villain.

"I refuse," Zeff said, placing his hands in the pockets of his trousers.
"Ehh? Bj-b-b-b-ut! Gambit said!"
"I don't give a rat's ass what that brat said. This is a restaurant and not a dojo. Drink and eat but if you want to fight, go elsewhere."

Johnny clearly didn't take those words at heart and showed his teeth in frustration, fists already forming beside his body. The young man wasn't used to no as an answer. When some of the waiters moved towards the young man to escort him to a seat or outside he wrestled them before delivering two swift kicks. Each blocked to some extent but the result was the same, these workers fell off their feet. Zeff narrowed his eyes, the young man now had his full attention.

"Boy. I may work with that brat on occasion. But if you're about to disrespect my craft and my employees. I'd suggest thinking about your next step very carefully."

"Oh? So if I stop doing this you'll teach me?" Johnny said, placing his foot on one of the waiter's knees. Applying force in such a way that if not stopped quickly it'd eventually snap their knee. This young man had a screw loose. Red before even the thought of registering to help out this man would find that she was already too late. The chef before her nose vanished appearing a step or two before Johnny.

"Poitrine"

Zeff said, unleashing an extremely powerful kick with his right peg leg, the wooden tip hit Johnny straight in the middle of his chest launching him straight to the door behind him and eventually outside. The avalanche crew outside would observe a young man being launched for miles outside the restaurant before eventually dropping into the ocean. Zeff afterwards would turn around and help his crew up before returning to Red's table. Slowly but surely the restaurant would return to its original atmosphere.

"My apologies miss. But I'm in the middle of service. I'm afraid I don't have any time right now to sit and have a casual talk. And especially when it is to teach you martial arts."
"But, I do occasionally take a drink between lunch and evening service," Zeff said, before eventually leaving back into the kitchen. Dropping a not-so-subtle clue.

If she was certain of herself and held even a degree of resolve she could find him off duty then.

 

[Ichimonji]

The Restaurant Baratie - #4​

Baratie Restaurant @Guren
The elegant lady politely requested a casual conversation from the infamous man, her demeanor slipping into her seductive upbringing. She presided over her now-empty plate, delicately wiping her mouth as the elderly Zeff shared his thoughts. Catching the eye roll from Red Leg Zeff, Gryphon responded with a subtle, reassuring smile. Unsure if he was the one to learn from, Red found satisfaction in his reaction. She'd soon find more assurance. The scene escalated when a pirate barged into the restaurant seeking training. Gryphon discreetly and comically shook her head when Zeff glanced her way, indicating she had no association with the presumptuous man. Seated comfortably, Red observed the unfolding spectacle without intervening.

Suddenly, the man found himself forcefully expelled by Zeff, a scenario Red speculated was not unfamiliar to this "Johnny".

[Red] "Thank you, ojisan. I look forward to it."- the woman said gently, confirming she'd wait until then​

[Red] "In the meantime, don'tcha worry about more interlopers threatening y'all staff. Take it as a token of my gratitude."- asked Red confidently, insinuating she'd stop them so Zeff could focus on his duties​

Red graciously shifted her attention to her water, gracefully concluding the conversation. While the woman seemed genuine, the underlying allure of her subconscious seduction left room for skepticism. Gryphon remained seated, patiently awaiting Zeff's off-duty hours. She would not move from her seat. Retrieving her flask from her waist, she discovered it was empty. With a poised gesture, she summoned the waiter and requested a glass of scotch, a familiar companion reminiscent of her dreams.

 

[Guren]

Baratie - #4 @Ichimonji

As requested a glass of scotch would be placed on the table. It was one of the finest this establishment had to offer nothing out of this world mind you but a pleasant surprise, considering the location they were at. It was still the East-Blue. Waiters and seaters moved left and right, each ding from the kitchen announcing another meal that was ready. It had the marvel of a well-oiled machine but this staff was on a level beyond it as if everyone could read each other's mind. A team at the height of their game, playing a championships match every evening. It wasn't every day one would be able to observe such a feat if Red had an eye for it at least.

Eventually, the restaurant died down and service was paused for the day, allowing for a much-welcomed breather for the entire staff. A short break for the evening service would begin in a few hours. But as Zeff had more or less promised this was the moment Red could have a moment of his time uninterrupted the time to sell whatever she wanted was now.

"So you're actually still here. Hmph" Zeff said, arriving at Red's table. Holding a bottle of red wine in his left hand slightly impressed at her commitment.

Zeff not awaiting Red's answer immediately sat down across her at the table, dropping two glasses one before him and another before Grphyon. "I hope you like wine, I feel it is softer than the bombastic nature of scotch. But that's just me." Zeff said, filling up his glass and motioning to Gryphon if she'd partake in it. Filling it depending on her answer. With his glass in his left hand, he'd speak before taking a sip of it.

"Now then. Truthfully. Why are you here?" Zeff asked, straight to the point.

All the cards are on the table. It was time for Red to show her hand, all in or partially. It was up to her.

 

[Ichimonji]

The Restaurant Baratie - #5​

Baratie Restaurant @Guren
The woman swirled the scotch in her mouth, a gesture she had adopted unconsciously as a survival tactic during her tumultuous adolescence. Every movement exuded an aura of allure, drawing attention without effort. She watched the busy waiters and bustling busboys with patient anticipation, her eyes following the ebb and flow of customers. Gryphon was determined; she wouldn't give up.

Eventually, the old man found himself in the company of the young, captivating woman. As they conversed over their drinks, Gryphon couldn't help but make a sardonic remark about her lingering presence. Unfazed, she remained loyal to her choice of beverage, savoring the bold taste like a child clinging to comfort. Zeff, a man of few words, got straight to the point, but the woman neither rushed nor dallied. Their conversation was a slow burn, punctuated by sips to cool the intensity.

Finally, Red retrieved a small photograph and placed it on the table, face-up.

[Red] "During my childhood, the man I eventually came to regard as my father took me to Fishman Island. It ain't until later that I discovered we were on the run. It was on that island that we encountered a remarkable merman. One called Den."- the woman said, turning the picture and showing the merman's face​

Gryphon studied Zeff's reaction. She took a sip of her drink and retrieved her hand from the picture, letting Zeff pick it up if he liked. The picture was clearly taken incognito. Avalanche had gone back and taken the picture. Red continued her story.

[Red] "Lookit. Winning a card game, my father acquired a tale—a tale about a ship. A ship Den worked on with, what he coined, a 'Don'. Id'a captivated my young ears. Y'all know the one. The tale of Cooking George."- said Red, likely a name to bring back a flood of memories in the old man.​

Gryphon savored another sip, allowing a pause for the old man's reaction about his lost ship. This was meant to be a dialogue, not a monologue. Red patiently awaited his response, prepared to continue her tale and explain why she was there, and the role Den played in it all.

A calculated risk indeed. Gryphon recalled the story of the ship but couldn't recall the exact circumstances. The backstory of Cooking George was lost to her psyche. Red took a chance, knowing there was a possibility Zeff might react unfavorably to Den, risking her hopes being dashed.

 

[Emperor Cross]

A fish in the sea !
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Krabby was lost, he had been swimming in vain for weeks. He had been looking for the famous Baratie. For your information, it was the kid first adventure alone. Krabby was to become an important person one day. He was the sole inheritor of Don Crabb Senior, the famous casino owner of Waterwheel Town. A businessman who wanted to expand his casino to the Blue Sea. To accomplish it, they needed the best cooks above the surface. Baratie was the ideal target, a haven for thugs who loved to cook. If the casino could recruit the infamous captain "Red-Leg" Zeff. They would certainly be able to open franchises everywhere.

- " Faru Faru" The kid couldn't help but snicker at the thought, they were going to be rich.

After days of searching, he finally found fish that indicated the place to him. He arrived in the morning but lacked the conviction to enter. Especially when he saw a man being exposed from the doors into the ocean. He didn't want to end up like that. The kid took out a little book from his bag as he walked in circles on the bridge. His father had bought him a book on popular human customs. He needed to get ready. First; every businessman knew the first impressions mattered the most.

It was only evening when Krabby took his chance and opened the doors of the restaurants with force.

- " AYOOO ! " he yelled at the people in the empty place " The Don is in the place and he is hungry ! "

Spoiler

Level 38
38 x 5 = 190
Strength: 42+(4x3)=54

Speed: 42+(4x3)=54
54x2=108
-Reaction Speed: 54
-Movement Speed: 54

Vitality: 54
54x2=108
-Durability: 54
-Stamina: 54

Martial Arts: 26 + (1x3) = 29
29x2=58
-Poker Heart : 58
Professions: 3 stars
-Croupier: **
-Lyrical Miracle : *

Points Left : 26

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[Guren]

Baratie - #5 @Ichimonji @Emperor Cross

Zeff had settled himself, leaning back inside his chair with his glass of red wine swirling in his left hand. Observing how Red had started her tale with a simple picture, one that portrayed a fishman. Zeff immediately raised an eyebrow, a reaction that quickly faded for he had caught himself doing it. But Gryphon would probably notice it. Placing his glass on the table only to replace it with the picture in front of him, he studied it for a second before returning his gaze towards Red. He didn't speak but his expression said more than a thousand words, clearly a memory ran through his mind. A troubled one. But regardless Gryphon continued and the head chef returned the picture to the table.

"It was a mighty fine ship," Zeff added when Gryphon was done.
"If not for that ill-fated day it'd probably still be around. Sadly it is now at the bottom of the sea together with my pirate legacy." Zeff said, slowly and with a grim expression. Those trauma-filled days still plague his soul and not a day goes by when he doesn't think about the time when he nearly starved to death. Forced to eat his leg to survive, a fate not even the mightiest of pirates could imagine. On that front, Zeff stood alone.

That flash of memory forced Zeff to take another sip of his glass of wine, a bigger one this time. Using the liquor to wash it all away at least for this moment. But before he could respond another unannounced visitor arrived, a fish man named Krabby. Announcing himself for the entire restaurant only to find staff during their break and one visitor but from appearance alone, he probably wouldn't be able to tell it.

"I'm sorry sir but we're closed for the moment. The evening shift will open up in a few hours tho." - A waiter said, standing nearby.
"John! You're forgetting our most important rule" Zeff shouted seemingly from out of nowhere, with ears better than a man half his age.
"Uhm, yes. Well if you'd like to follow me sir." - John, the waiter said leading Krabby to a table on the opposite side from where Red and Zeff were having a conversation. From his seat, he'd have a clear view of Zeff but would only be able to see Red her trademark red hair and that she was female. But beyond that, his position would make it rather difficult to ascertain more.

Krabby was seated and given a customary glass of water on the house while he waited for his food. A single-head rule within Baratie, those who were hungry and in need of food would always be given food. Regardless of the shift and the day and time. It came directly from Zeff's own traumatic experience.

Switching back to Red and Zeff, the man would give a slight cough. Only to settle his throat.

"So Miss Red. It seems like coincidences keep following you. But to continue where we left off. If you're searching for Den I haven't seen him in over a decade and in regards to the ship. It is sadly, like I said, at the bottom of the ocean. So if you're looking for either of those I'm afraid I cannot help you. But I have this feeling there is more to this story." Zeff said, taking his glass from the table. Reverting to his casual seating.

At the same time in a very quick fashion, a meal would be presented to Krabby. A warm plate of curry filled with chunks of vegetables and red meat added with very fluffy white rice. A perfect meal for the hungry voyager and one meal that is served here for free to those who need it when the restaurant is closed. While Krabby wouldn't see it from his perspective Gryphon would notice that Zeff was regularly checking Krabby's reaction to this plate. It didn't shift his concentration from here 100% but he still kept his eye on the new arrival. Already gauging him to see what kind of person this young man was.


Gryphon: +
Krabby:

 

[Ichimonji]

The Restaurant Baratie - #6​

Baratie Restaurant @Guren @Emperor Cross
On that "ill-fated day". Red felt a pang of recognition at those words. She observed the old man's wrinkled face as his expression darkened, recalling his ship and the legacy lost with it. Gryphon began to speak, only to be interrupted by the swinging of the restaurant door. Coincidentally, a fishman entered. Another Johnny, Red thought. This one, however, was hungry for a meal. Zeff promptly instructed to have him seated, emphasizing their "most important rule." Red leaned back, finalizing a contingency plan in case her request was denied.

Before long, Zeff turned to the young woman, prompting her to continue her story. She spoke in a hushed tone, ensuring that the boisterous fishman nearby couldn't overhear.

[Red] "Shortly after that, I lost the man I called 'father'. Sitting with Den, recounting those stories, almost as if he bore familiarity with them, was the last time I saw him laugh passionately."- the woman said, churning a quaint smile​

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Gryphon spoke passionately about the fire that was ignited within her that day, a flame that had once flickered but now roared like a wildfire. Red, without delving into specifics about who she worked on, mentioned that she was preparing to set sail on her own adventures in the sea. She emphasized that Zeff's legacy was not confined to the depths of the ocean but lived on through the tales told by those who experienced it. With a sense of determination, Red set aside her scotch and leaned in, locking eyes with the old chef as she spoke earnestly.

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[Red] "I wish to learn the martial arts of Den's lore," Gryphon concluded, her expression turning serious. "As I embark on my journey, it shall keep the flame and my memory of that day alive."​

Gryphon's gaze remained steady, emanating unwavering determination, yet holding within it a past too complex to be unveiled in casual conversation.

 

[Emperor Cross]

"I'm sorry sir but we're closed for the moment. The evening shift will open up in a few hours tho." - A waiter said, standing nearby.
"John! You're forgetting our most important rule" Zeff shouted seemingly from out of nowhere, with ears better than a man half his age.
"Uhm, yes. Well if you'd like to follow me sir." - John, the waiter said leading Krabby to a table on the opposite side from where Red and Zeff were having a conversation. From his seat, he'd have a clear view of Zeff but would only be able to see Red her trademark red hair and that she was female. But beyond that, his position would make it rather difficult to ascertain more.

Krabby was seated and given a customary glass of water on the house while he waited for his food. A single-head rule within Baratie, those who were hungry and in need of food would always be given food. Regardless of the shift and the day and time. It came directly from Zeff's own traumatic experience.

Krabby followed the waiter and sat in complete silence. Despite his youthfulness, Krabb had learned that a respectable boss always sat right when dining. He was given a glass of water, but the kid seemed more interested in the two other persons in the room. A red-haired woman engrossed in a conversation with an older man, a cook, a chef precisely. The older man was respected, he spoke with authority and without him, Krabby would have never gotten in. Now he just had to wait until his meal came to judge it.

It took some minutes but the waiter returned with a curry plate. The smell of it immediately won the fishman over, the curry was mouthwatering. Excited, the kid forgot about etiquette and dug into the meal. After the first bites, Krabby lost all his cool and began to cry. Never in his life had he ever eaten something this good. The ingredients had quality, be it the vegetables or the meat, everything was chosen with perfection and the catch was that Krabby had eaten for free.

With cooks that are experienced, they would attract a lot of clientele. A supreme one, they would be able to earn a lot of money ! Soon Don Krabby would be a billionaire ! The kid suddenly got up and ran toward the old man.

- " Ayoo ! Thank you for the meal ! To repay you I shall ask : What's your favorite word bossman ?"

 

[Guren]

Baratie - #6 @Ichimonji @Emperor Cross

Red continued her tale with a very attentive Zeff listening to her. Her voice was a lower tone to ensure no eavesdropping would interrupt the conversation. The head chef narrowed his eyes as he noticed her excitement flowing out of her words. Den clearly left an impression on this young woman. Not unsurprising, Zeff thought to himself. Den was a bottle of charisma, drawing people near was one of his strongest assets. But then it came, the question Zeff feared she might ask. To teach her the secret of his art, not cooking but his infamy. Red leg Zeff was once again the one they came for, never was it for cooking. Zeff leaned back in his chair, exhaling as he ruffled through his hair. He was clearly conflicted with her request. She wasn't the average goon who came to her with demands, but it was still asking for the craft of warfare.

"A noble cause. But what is it you intend to achieve through this journey? My name is already affiliated with infamy through the Vampirates. It was a necessity for survival. I hate to ink my name in even more black than it already is." Zeff said, voicing his concerns. What was Red her desires in this world? What did she want to achieve? And how would it put his name out there in the world? Before she could answer, however, Krabby interjected. Zeff found it rude to intervene in the middle of the conversation but he noticed the tears in the young boy's eyes. He seemed to have enjoyed his meal to an unexpected degree. Still, his question was one that greatly confused Zeff, unable to comprehend what he was saying.

"Kid, I'm not up with the latest slang. Keep it straight. If you want something else, ask one of my assistants. I'm currently engaged in conversation. So let us be." Zeff said, kindly asking Krabby to move back to his seat. A single offer should Krabby resist or not comply he'd feel instinctively that it'd backfire on his grander plans. But perhaps he could persuade him. Would he take that risk? Zeff's mood could swing in any direction and even Red could feel it. But the fact that he enjoyed the meal with his entire being was his only saving grace if he hadn't Zeff's response wouldn't have been so kind.

Depending on whether Krabby returned to his seat or not Zeff would return his gaze upon Red, interested to hear her response.


Zeff's impression
Gryphon: + ~
Krabby: ~

 

[Ichimonji]

The Restaurant Baratie - #7​

Baratie Restaurant @Guren @Emperor Cross
The beautiful woman sat alongside the old chef, their conversation drifting to her significant encounter in Fishman Island. Her voice, though soft, carried a weight of sincerity, while the flicker in her eyes hinted at the depths of the trauma she carried within. Gryphon sought solace in reminiscence, a means to preserve memories amidst the tumult. Her request to learn the Red Leg martial art was direct and unambiguous, reflecting her no-nonsense approach. Despite Gryphon's straightforwardness, the old man appeared conflicted, his hesitation palpable. Gryphon paused, deep in thought, before taking a sip of her scotch.

However, their conversation was abruptly interrupted by the Fishman.

Before Gryphon could respond, Zeff intervened, politely requesting the young Fishman to allow them to conclude their discussion. Unfazed by the interruption, Red remained composed. She had waited patiently for her opportunity to converse with Zeff and was unperturbed by the brief delay. In fact, she regarded the young Fishman with a gentle smile, gesturing with her glass as a subtle indication for him to depart.

[Red] "I understand. Your legacy is now this restaurant. As for me..."- the woman paused mid-sentence, her words left hanging in the air as she turned her gaze towards the Fishman. If he lingered, she made it clear without uttering a word that she would not resume until he had left.​

 

[Emperor Cross]

"Kid, I'm not up with the latest slang. Keep it straight. If you want something else, ask one of my assistants. I'm currently engaged in conversation. So let us be." Zeff said, kindly asking Krabby to move back to his seat. A single offer should Krabby resist or not comply he'd feel instinctively that it'd backfire on his grander plans. But perhaps he could persuade him. Would he take that risk? Zeff's mood could swing in any direction and even Red could feel it. But the fact that he enjoyed the meal with his entire being was his only saving grace if he hadn't Zeff's response wouldn't have been so kind.

Krabby was taken aback, he only wanted to repay the man. The old man cut him short, he did not say his favorite word. The old man was really bitter. Krabby scratched his hat, and shook the confusion away. His father already spoke about this type of individual: He was one of the people they called "poor". His father always to be patient with them. because if it wasn't for the poor, Don Krabb's casino would always be empty. The fishman smiled at Zeff. It was time for Krabby to win the cook over. If he was poor, they could "invest" in his business. Then a year from now, take possession of the whole restaurant.

- " Bossman ! I need to repay the favor ! You saved me with that delicious meal ! First I need your favorite word then your name !" he paused "Mine is Casino ! And my name is Krabb Jr ! Don Krabb's family always repay their de- " the kid tried to say vehemently.

[Red] "I understand. Your legacy is now this restaurant. As for me..."- the woman paused mid-sentence, her words left hanging in the air as she turned her gaze towards the Fishman. If he lingered, she made it clear without uttering a word that she would not resume until he had left.

The red-haired woman cut his speech off and began looking at him with a weird look.

- "What's your problem lady ?" asked Crabby with a deadpan.

 

[Guren]

Baratie - #7 @Ichimonji @Emperor Cross

The conversation between Red and Zeff was reaching its apex. Her pleading to learn the famed Red Leg style was not met with immediate dismissal but the owner was still conflicted. In the past, his somewhat forced allegiance with Gambit played a role. The man wanted to be remembered by his cooking and the Baratie, not by his once crimson-filled legs. A moniker he really wanted to leave behind him, let the past be. Zeff's question, however, was met with hesitance as the young Fishman boy interrupted the two their conversation. One Gryphon wanted to keep private, especially the part they were getting towards. Zeff's gaze had never really left its fixation on Krabby who scratched his head and continued talking, despite Zeff's request to leave him be for the moment.

"You're welcome...Krabby Junior" Zeff said slightly taken aback by the situation.
" My favourite word is silence." Zeff continued humorlessly replying to the kid's question. He honestly didn't have a favorite word but he felt like the kid wouldn't leave if he didn't answer it.

"Now, I'm discussing something here with the young lady. If you want to repay the favour return to your seat we will discuss this later." Zeff said, taking his wine glass and rotating the liquid inside of it before taking a sip.

"Do not make me repeat myself a third time." The owner said, straight to the point and with a stoic expression. Whatever favour Krabby had accumulated earlier was now completely spent. If he had acknowledged that it was rude to interject in a private conversation and awaited his turn Zeff would have most likely answered more favorily. But for now, the young Fishman was moving himself towards thin ice. Especially with how he reacted towards Red. The two key factors that started to shift the man's view of the Fishman boy.

Zeff's impression
Gryphon: + ~
Krabby: ~ -

 

[Emperor Cross]

"You're welcome...Krabby Junior" Zeff said slightly taken aback by the situation.
" My favourite word is silence." Zeff continued humorlessly replying to the kid's question. He honestly didn't have a favorite word but he felt like the kid wouldn't leave if he didn't answer it.

It was immediate, Krabby had what he wanted. The little kid smiled at Zeff, full teeth. He took a little book from his vest and a golden pen from his back pocket and began to write furiously. Completely oblivious to the rest of Zeff's words.

- " Silence what an excellent word ! It defines you clearly bossman ! Cool but old ! Silence but why ?" began the kid, pen on the tongue "Maybe you are readying yourself for your last trip ? It's true that you are no longer young.... " the kid spun on himself and opened his arms wide " No worries ! I have the perfect poem for you ! We will call it the Zeff ! " yelled Krabby

"Silence, Silence , Have you been well?
Silence Silence , I lost my leg
Silence Silence, He walks with a cane
Silence Silence , Have you tasted his eggs ? "

Krabby waited a little to see his audience's reaction to his poem. He had done his best but he couldn't find a good rhyme to leg. But still, he kept it real. The old man had a cane and lost a leg. The egg part was a lie, but if everything tasted like the curry, then the eggs should be excellent. Junior knew that his art was maybe too developed for the cook and the woman, so after a quick bow, he left for his seat. He was going to let them ponder on the rhymes. They will have to look underneath the underneath to understand his ode. But the youngman was sure Zeff would love it.

 

[Ichimonji]

The Restaurant Baratie - #8​

Baratie Restaurant @Guren @Emperor Cross

- "What's your problem lady ?" asked Crabby with a deadpan.

The woman couldn't help but chuckle at the crab's rhetorical question, waving off his attempt at seriousness. With a slight shake of her head and a subtle widening of her eyes, she gave a small warning signal. Downing her scotch, Red observed Zeff's interaction with the young crab, noting the absence of any prejudice against fishermen in their midst. Having had her fair share of encounters with fishermen, she held a fondness for the merman Den but didn't extend the same sentiment to the impudent crab. Nonetheless, she remained cautious not to appear too abrupt; after all, the conversation at hand was of utmost importance.

Nevertheless, Red couldn't resist a quick, comical jab as the crab launched into his ridiculous poem.

[Red] "You're like an ugly singer with a good voice, best for backup."- the woman quipped​

As the young crab embarked on his soliloquy, the woman seized the moment to seamlessly continue her conversation with Zeff, speaking over the melodramatic recitation. It created a comical scene, with the serious tone of their discussion juxtaposed against the background of high-pitched ridiculous prose. Gryphon finally responded to Zeff's questions about her intentions.

[Red] "I could spin tales of noble aspirations and lofty intentions, but that would be disingenuous. I could regale you with grandiose dreams of following Dragon-san, but alas, you won't find any of that here. That is simply a job."- spoke the woman in code, mentioning Dragon, a name she assumed Zeff could associate with the Revolutionary Army, "My goal is more selfish. Just as you've lost everything that day, I've been through similar loss."- said the woman lowly​

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[Red] "I'm still in the process of discovering my new legacy and it could end ugly. But, who better to emulate than someone who has confronted their demons and forged a new legacy?"- finished the woman, locking eyes with the chef​

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The woman bared her intentions to Zeff, subtly indicating her allegiance to the Revolutionary Army through coded messages. Instead of embellishing, or outright falsifying, noble ideals or grandiose dreams, she was honest. For her, the Revolution was not about lofty aspirations but a practical endeavor, akin to a job. Her true aim was to confront her inner demons, particularly one grim. Regardless of how Zeff may take her selfish words, one thing was clear: Gryphon's sincerity was undeniable.

The seriousness of the conversation spoke loudly than the crab's youthful exuberance.

 

[Guren]

Baratie - #8 @Ichimonji @Emperor Cross

Utter confusion. That was Zeff's expression when the fishlad took a bow and left to return to his seat. With a cough to clear his throat and a scratch to the back of his head, he'd return to meet Red. Who in her own right gave a slight snark to the young man but whether he received it remained to be seen. With privacy returned, the two went right back to the crux of their conversation.

"Hmm.." Zeff said with an elongated grunt, once he heard Dragon's name being dropped.
"A legacy that has since received quite a bit of ink," Zeff said with a reply and a scratch on his head, clearly wrestling with the thought.

The head chef appreciated the honesty. She didn't have any lofty ideals or a grand vision of being a hero or anything silly like that. It's what Zeff appreciated the most in the grand scheme of things. But the fact that she had allied herself with the revolution complicated matters a great deal. That and the old man was a sucker for young women, coming from the ancient prospect that they needed to be protected. And that he'd not judge them fairly as opposed to the others. It was one of the main reasons he still didn't have any female staff to this day. "I appreciated the honesty."

Silence took root in the conversation as Zeff moved his glass of wine, lost in deep thought. The man took a last sip of his drink as he placed it on the table and stood upright. The hour on the clock nearly reaching the evening shift.

"One shot," Zeff said, stoic and straight to the point.
"Right now you are a compass that spins around the Grand Line. But I only teach to those who come to me in response to a need, not a desire. I'm not a casual dojo. You can find those 100 times on the east-blue. So, one shot." Zeff gave his plea, Gryphon had received her opening.

"When the restaurant closes tonight, show me. Reveal to me what legacy you want to build. Try and meet those demons lady." Zeff said, taking a quick nod and returning away from their seat. The old it takes one to know one was very applicable here. Zeff could see it in her eyes. She was a wanderer, clearly not ready to meet her demons. And that is fine but running away is much worse.

On his way to the back of the kitchen Zeff passed by Krabby's seat.

"You're an odd one lad. But I get the impression you're here to impress. Which path do you want? Kitchen or waiter? I need both but I'll give ya the option. Unless you're here for something else of course. But do make it quick, the evening shift starts in about an hour."

Miles away from the Baratie a large convoy of ships seemed to make their route towards the famed ship. Where are they customers or something else?

Zeff's impression
Gryphon: + ~ +
Krabby: ~ - ~

 

[Emperor Cross]

[Red] "You're like an ugly singer with a good voice, best for backup."- the woman quipped

Krabby looked at the woman with disdain, she had no taste. She did not know about real art, so it wasn't her fault if she couldn't appreciate it. It was due to her upbringing. Her parents were probably not members of the aristocracy. Krabby, for once, decided to be the bigger person. He stuck his tongue out and turned his back. The lil boy knew he had impressed Zeff. If not, the man would not have been speechless. That was real talent !

"You're an odd one lad. But I get the impression you're here to impress. Which path do you want? Kitchen or waiter? I need both but I'll give ya the option. Unless you're here for something else of course. But do make it quick, the evening shift starts in about an hour."

Miles away from the Baratie a large convoy of ships seemed to make their route towards the famed ship. Where are they customers or something else?

Krabby wondered for a bit; he would gain more to know about the inner workings of the cuisine. It was better to work in the Kitchen. He would steal all the recipes before leaving the premises. He jumped from his seat and yelled.

- "Kitchen Chef !"

 

[Ichimonji]

The Restaurant Baratie - #9​

Baratie Restaurant @Emperor Cross @Guren
With a single nod, she accepted the offer, though her demeanor betrayed no hint of enthusiasm. Experience had taught her that facing one's demons was no easy task. Seated in the floating restaurant, Zeff urged Red to confront hers. Finishing her drink, she leaned back, closing her eyes in contemplation. The chatter of the young crab in the background went unnoticed as she delved deep into her mind, searching for elusive answers.

Gryphon silently rose from her table and made her way to the foyer. Red had already settled the bill and left a generous tip, depleting the Revolution's travel funds. Leaning against the corner of the boat, she gazed out into the distance, lost in introspection. Resigned to wait until the restaurant closed, she remained steadfast in her resolve.

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[Red] "Face my demons, huh? You don't even know how much truth there is to those words."- whispered the woman, as she felt those cold boney fingers on her left shoulder​

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In a sudden moment of alarm, Red's eyes widened, and she instinctively grabbed her left shoulder, as if sensing a presence. Frantically, she glanced over her left shoulder, finding nothing there. Yet, an inexplicable sensation drew Gryphon's gaze into the distance. Following the feeling, her eyes landed on a young girl with black wings standing on the bow of the Revolutionary ship. The girl was staring at Gryphon stoically, devoid of emotion. Red clenched her teeth in frustration.

The familiarity of those yellow-slit eyes sent shivers down her spine.

 

[Guren]

Baratie - #9 @Ichimonji @Emperor Cross

It was time for some reflection. Krabby went with Zeff to the kitchen while Gryphon sat down in contemplation. Face her demons, huh? Was she able to do it or even attempt it? Zeff had never asked her to face and resolve it in one night, the man himself knew that such a task would be an impossible one. But taking the first step, that in its own right should be a leap enough and a great test to see how far she'd wish to go to get what she wanted. For that is a key aspect, desire. That want, that is something Zeff needs to see. It is one of the greater aspects that drew him to Gambit, that man's desire and need were leaps and bound ahead of anyone he had ever met before. It wasn't a surprise that it had drawn him despite the consequences.

"Alright, people are coming in. Let's see where your level is. Start by preparing the mise en place for the upcoming round and don't try to get in the way." Zeff shouted to Krabby keeping a watchful eye on the young lad.

A simple direction for those who have worked in a kitchen before but did Krabby have any experience with it? Who could say really but that was the point of it all. It was so Zeff could see how this young man worked with or without the available knowledge to him. Adaptability is another key factor in both life and the kitchen. "Stop daydreaming kid and come over here "Carne shouted from the far end of the kitchen, an empty work spot next to him. The spot was filled with all kinds of tools and ingredients left and right. Neither of them gave the lad any kind of hint or instructions not a direct one at the very least. To the right of the empty spot was another chef who seemed to be prepping something, he was far younger than anyone else here. And seemed to be washing vegetables and dicing them with incredible speed and technique.

"Another drink my lady?" A waiter said as he passed Gryphon's table whether she'd take up the man's offer or not remained to be seen. But meanwhile outside of the baratie and now plain in view were 2 large ships. Equipped with armaments and plenty of men, at the front of the ship, a red-haired man stood arms crossed and filled with plasters.

"It's payback time Zeff, disobeying orders from the prince of the pirates. It's time we take full control of the Baratie." Johnny said with a wicked grin on his face.

Trouble would soon make its way to the Baratie.

 

[Ichimonji]

The Restaurant Baratie - #10​

Baratie Restaurant @Guren @Emperor Cross
The red-haired woman accepted the drink and consumed it with one gulp, returning the glass to the server without delay. As the liquid flowed down her throat, her rapid heartbeat gradually slowed, and she became lost in contemplation, gazing out at the vast expanse of the ocean. As the kitchen bustled with activity behind her, she remained impassive, introspectively probing her own thoughts but encountering an impenetrable barrier that thwarted her attempts at deeper understanding.

Abruptly, the den den mushi inside Red's coat rang. She picked it up.

[Jessie] "Chief! There are two ves-"- a voice said over the den den mushi​

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[Red] "Yea - I aint’ blind, Jessie.”- Red interrupted with her signature Southern accent, eyes on the incoming vessels. “Do not engage. Wudn’t want to bruise the egos of men. Just give me the report.”- said the woman with authority​

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The Avalanche Chief issued strict orders to the Revolutionaries, instructing them to remain concealed. Instead, they would relay what they perceived down to the smaller detail. While the intentions of the newly arrived vessels remained unclear, their preparedness for conflict was unmistakable.

Furthermore, the Chief recalled an incident from earlier that day when she chose not to intervene as a man was forcefully ejected from the restaurant. It was a reminder of the prideful and often volatile nature of men and pirates alike. The Chief resolved not to intervene again unless the actions of these vessels directly threatened her mission to obtain the Red Leg.

However, a thought ran through her mind.

[Red] "The way I'm feeling right now... I wish they would."- Red said, eyes crackling with lightning​

OCC: Cross, I skipped your turn because our ICs are not connected right now. Hope that's ok!

 

[Emperor Cross]

A simple direction for those who have worked in a kitchen before but did Krabby have any experience with it? Who could say really but that was the point of it all. It was so Zeff could see how this young man worked with or without the available knowledge to him. Adaptability is another key factor in both life and the kitchen. "Stop daydreaming kid and come over here "Carne shouted from the far end of the kitchen, an empty work spot next to him. The spot was filled with all kinds of tools and ingredients left and right. Neither of them gave the lad any kind of hint or instructions not a direct one at the very least. To the right of the empty spot was another chef who seemed to be prepping something, he was far younger than anyone else here. And seemed to be washing vegetables and dicing them with incredible speed and technique.

Krabby walked into the kitchen with confidence and sat on a crate. He silently observed the movements of the cooks. He observed their rotations, observed how Zeff had turned crooks into cogs of a well-oiled machine. None of them reacted to his presence but all of them took it into account. The young man did not want to dirty his hands. He had done a manicure just before leaving Fishman Island. He couldn't ruin it. It was then that one of them, a middle-age man with fun looking glasses and a badly shaved beard yelled at him. Krabby looked around and everybody seemed to follow the guy.

The young pirate walked forward, whistling and with his hands in his pockets. He came and stood just behind the old man. They had prepped a set of ingredients and wanted the boy to demonstrate his ability, but Krabby's mind was elsewhere. He wasn't going to cook anything, and he needed them to understand it. With a quick movement, a card came out of his sleeve and the kid brushed the neck of the old man with it.

- " Yooo, I'm here to chill for a bit bossman... So do not disturb me and everything will be fine right ?"