Ingredients(Open)

[Catherine 'Kitty' West]

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[atrb=style, font family: Helvetica; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000; border: 2px double #8b4513; color: #FFFFFF; padding: 10px; opacity: 1.] Catherine liked Micqueot. It was famous for its wines and its food, which meant for a chef like her it was a great place to get ideas and more importantly ingredients. Ingredients to her were more valuable then any treasure. The tastier the ingredient the more valuable it was. Food got you through times of no gold better than gold got you through times of no food. You couldn't eat gold or drink it. It was just a load of shiny pieces of metal. She was currently in a bar sipping a glass of wine. On the back of her chair was a grey hooded cloak and resting against another chair on the table was her large sword 'Despair'. On the table itself were several empty plates and a book full of handwritten notes. This was her notebook. She made notes of everything new she ate or drank to give her ideas for later. Her sense of taste was that good she could tell to some degree the ingredients within a dish. If she couldn't she would always ask. "A slightly acidic taste, but quite palatable." she murmured as she wrote that down under the heading 'Itzalbalger'.

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[Bishamon Jarret]

Bishamon didn't drink, but he knew bars served some foods, and that he may find a bounty in one. It would be his desire to eat and hunt that would draw him to one, this particular one. Bishamon would open the door and walk inside. If anything stranger than him walked into the bar, then he would like to see it. He came in wearing full ninja gear, the only thing uncovered were his eyes. On his back was a katana, and a nodachi. The nodachi was obviously covered in cloth, which any smart person would know it was seastone and it was covered for a reason.

Bishamon stepped inside and looked around. He didn't care if he got any stares, he was used to it. For now, he wished for a spot to sit to order a burger and some fries. He spotted one at the bar, and made his way there. He pulled his weapons from his back, sat them beside him, then took his seat.

"A soda, a burger and fries please."

Bishamon would pay the berri for the food. Then relax. He wasn't worried about someone stealing his weapons, he was quicker then most of them. He would go to looking around though. Examining those around him, wondering if one would catch his eye. Fortunes smiled upon him, one did. A very beautiful lady sitting at a table drinking wine, a high 151 mill bounty. She was worth a fortune, though honestly, she was somewhat out of her league. His luck with high bounty targets recently surprised him. Was fate really this kind/cruel to him?

[Catherine 'Kitty' West]

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[atrb=style, font family: Helvetica; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000; border: 2px double #8b4513; color: #FFFFFF; padding: 10px; opacity: 1.] As she sat there she saw a man walk in. Well, she assumed it was a man anyway. It was a ninja anyway, which was quite interesting in a way. What interested her more was the nodachi. It was clearly seastone, even if it was wrapped in cloth. Her attention was distracted though as she took another sip of the wine. It was an acquired taste, but quite delicious once you were used to it. As she sat there she noticed the man out of the corner of her eye. He was staring at her. She leaned back on her chair slightly. "You want something ninja?" she asked casually. She did not really care either way. If he wanted trouble he would get more then he bargained for. Though the seastone weapon may be a problem if they got into a fight. It would certainly be an interesting battle if it it happened. "If not then would you mind not staring. Your putting me off my drink." Her eye quickly flickered to her sword. Would she need it? Against seastone it would be like butter against a flamethrower. It wouldn't stop it for even a second. That meant it was all about skill if it came to fighting. She'd have to dodge that weapon.

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[Bishamon Jarret]

"And a fiesty one at that"... Bishamon thought to himself as he watched the female. It brought a smirk to his face, knowing the girl was on edge. He could already feel a little of her tension, but he wasn't there to harass her, for now at least. He looked away only to have his food set in front of him. He thanked the person. Having to take off his mask, he revealed his face only for a short time. His hair was black with ice blue streaks, his green piercing eyes vibrant, his face surprisingly untouched by scars, and was a little youthful.

Bishamon began to eat his food and drink his soda. He had thoughts on his mind. How would he talk to the female, how would he confront her. She already noticed him, not that it was a big deal. He might as well just join her, make it easier on him. He got up, grabbed his gear and mask, his food and drink and walked over to the opposite side of the table. He pulled out a chair and sat down. He set his stuff down then went back to eating. His eyes moved to the sword he noticed earlier. He gave her a smile nod then went back to eating for a moment.

"Decent looking sword you got there. What's it made out of?"

[YONKOU BYAKKO]

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[Catherine 'Kitty' West]

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[atrb=style, font family: Helvetica; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000; border: 2px double #8b4513; color: #FFFFFF; padding: 10px; opacity: 1.] The ninja did not even ask to sit down nor did he answer her questions. Instead he sat there and began making comments on her sword. What was it made of? What a stupid question. "Just iron. Nothing special" she replied curtly. She didn't have anything else to say to him and was about to leave when suddenly an old ally walked into the bar and she let out an audible gasp. He approached the table and began speaking. He'd been looking for her? And to give a message to her captain nonetheless. Who did he think she was? Still she wouldn't argue just yet. "This guy? Nah, though if his bad manners keep up I might have to beat some good ones into him." she replied with a chuckle. Though in truth she was not in the least bit amused. Bad manners annoyed her. Food etiquette was a form of honor and he showed none so he had no honor in her eyes. As for Nikon. He annoyed her too because he was treating her like lower class. It was very irksome. "What's the message? I'll give it to him if I remember. No promises though. I'm no messenger girl after all."

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[Bishamon Jarret]

His luck proved to be even better. One walked up behind him, obviously somewhat ominously. The man coughed, which drew his attention, but the ninja didn't respond in any particular way leaning toward scared or intimidated. He smiled to the women as she spoke of what he sword was made of. It seemed she wasn't into weapons, what a shame. There went his attempt to break the ice.

Bish would finally turn and look to the man behind him, giving him a respectful nod, with no motion toward his own weapons. If anything, he did not see a threat here. If there was, things would be taken up with Genbu after the fact. But, they did not know that, and he was not going to ride on that. He wanted his own name. Bish knew who the man was, he was a bounty hunter and had connection. He knew what stood behind him, but, it did not bother him.

"Cat-chan eh?"


Bishamon smirked. He wondered if that were short for something. His thoughts moved from that quickly though as the man behind him would raise the temperature around himself. Was he trying to show off? Whichever case, Bishamon had to lower his own not to start sweating. He preferred cool, or moderate climates, and there was a reason why. He would wait until it was over until he released his own temperature back to normal. His attention being pulled again when the woman's response came. Bishamon couldn't help but chuckle as well as she mentioned beating manners into him. Oh, what a nice fight that might be. Either way, if she wanted manners, he was about to give her some.

"Well excuse my manners then. Since I somewhat have your name, I guess I'll give mine. The names Bishamon. Pleasure to meet you"

[YONKOU BYAKKO]

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[Nero]

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[Catherine 'Kitty' West]

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[atrb=style, font family: Helvetica; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000; border: 2px double #8b4513; color: #FFFFFF; padding: 10px; opacity: 1.] It seemed this ninja had been paying attention to what she had said. Whether he was actually trying to clean up his act or just stop a beating was another matter, but she was glad he had been listening. "Catherine West and the pleasure is definitely all yours." she replied though added nothing more. Even though he had introduced himself and been polite he was still in her bad books a bit. He'd have to do more then that to get out of the dog house. She listened to Nikon's message and nodded. It wasn't too bad a message to carry and in a way it was for her as well as her Captain. After all, they barely even had a crew since NIkon left and took Elias with him. Most of the others had left as well for one reason or another. Either that or they were bloody quiet. His next statement was quite interesting though. So this Bishamon Jarret was a bounty hunter? Was he here after her head? She had made quite a name for herself after the massacre at Thriller Bark. She considered it for a moment. If he was after her then he'd made a mistake being so close. That was where she excelled. From here she could easily blast him back wards with very little effort, nor any real sign she'd done anything. "I'll carry your message Nikon." she replied and looked at Bishamon. "So what do you want then?" Her guard was up now. A bounty hunter wanting a casual meal with a pirate? That didn't seem to fit into her head. He obviously had some ulterior motive. Or so she felt. Her questioning was interrupted though by the arrival of another. A brave man he must be if he was willing to come into a bar that many had just fled. That or he was an alcoholic and judging by his song that was quite likely. What really caught her attention was the tiger. She liked all cats, particularly big ones, but her favorite was the tiger. He'd definitely caught her eye He didn't seem to want anything with them, but she'd keep an eye on him just in case.

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[Bishamon Jarret]

The way the yonkou spoke would make most people scared. But for Bishamon, he turned and looked to him, then gave him a smile. He introduced himself to the ninja, and the ninja had to do the same out of respect.

"Pleasure to meet you...The names Bishamon Jarret. I don't have much of a name yet, but I've been fortunate enough to make acquaintances with a few "known" people."

Bishamon's attention was turned to the one known as Catherine. He had her full name now, so that was a good thing. She would ask what he wanted, and he would simply smile, grab his burger and take a bite of it before eating some of his fries as well. As it seemed, all he wanted to do was eat a meal next to her.

"I like interesting, if not exquisite company maybe?"

Bishamon just had a thing for women, and right now, that was all there was to it. However, things changed quickly, but that was up to the girl. Shortly after his little answer, another man walked in, this time riding on a tiger. Bishamon just chuckled. This place was becoming even more interesting as time went by. Who else would show up and tempt fate?

[YONKOU BYAKKO]

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[Nero]

Apr 5, 2012 21:39:31 GMT -6 Nero said:

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[Catherine 'Kitty' West]

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[atrb=style, font family: Helvetica; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000; border: 2px double #8b4513; color: #FFFFFF; padding: 10px; opacity: 1.] Catherine sighed. The man was flirting. A bounty hunter was flirting with a pirate. Either this guy had some odd methods he used in his hunting or he really didn't care too much for his job. Or perhaps he just liked sex. She looked him over for a moment. He had quite an attractive build, but she couldn't tell anything about him and his choice of food was terrible. Burger and fries? Seriously?!? Sure, it could be tasty, but it was so boring and ugly compared to some of the foods served here. She shook her head before rising to her feet, taking sword and note book with her, and walking over to join the others. "That's one mighty fine tiger you've got there." she said casually sitting down, placing the sword next to her, and grabbing a bottle of sake. She did not wait for a reply or anything. It was just a polite comment. If she wasn't feeling polite she probably would of glomped the tiger and tried to get lost within its fur. If it fought her she'd fight back. Now that would be a fun fight she thought to herself. With a yawn she opened the top and took a sniff before puting it back. This process was repeated several times till she gave an approving smile before taking a swig. "Ah...much better than the Itzalbalger wine." She said making a note of this in her book. "Seems the bartenders don't know much about harmony. This would of suited my meal a lot more." She took a few more swigs and then a few more and soon the bottle was empty yet she didn't seem drunk at all. It took a lot to get her drunk. A few men had passed out whilst trying to drink her under the table. It was pretty fun though and she got free drinks out of it. "Hey Nikon did ya hear that I replaced you as first mate of the Eternal Phantom?" she asked curiously. It would be interesting to see how much he knew of his old crew. She was more curious about why he wanted to speak with Calico. It seemed he must have some business left with the crew, but what could it be? Oh well, it didn't matter too much so she decided to make conversation about other things. "Not sure how long i'll stay with Calico though, thinking of going my own way and forming my own crew or perhaps just finding one more my style." She chuckled to herself as she realised something that would probably interest those in the room, or at least the bounty hunter. "Its pretty bad when the first mate has a higher bounty then their captain, or I did when I last checked" SHe thought for a moment more as she grabbed another bottle of sake. She knew the brand now and it was as if the bottle had said to her 'i'm the same or better then that one you just drank'. She was a great believer in the voice of the ingredients. However, that was not important. What was important was that not only was her bounty higher, at least since her last check, she was probably stronger then the captain even without her devil fruit. Then again he was probably more versatile. That was his edge. His versatility. There had to be a way round that though.

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[Bishamon Jarret]

Things were going swimmingly. Well, that was far from the truth. The pirate lady didn't seem to take well to his flirting, even though he was trying to be nice. She even when as far as to get up and walk away, giving him the cold shoulder. Bishamon furrowed his brows, but took the time to finish his meal before getting up. Without hesitation, he walked over to the bar, past it, finding a case of beer in chilled, then picked one up. He had never drank one before, cause well, he didn't drink, but to show off a little, he figured he would, since everyone else was. He lifted it up, popped the top, then proceeded to run his finger over the rim, the bottle instantly becoming ice cold and smokey, steam pouring from the mouth of the bottle.

He stood there for a moment to admire his work before turning the bottle down. He drank half of it, before pausing. He was glad no one could see his face at the time, cause it was twisted in disgust. However, he forced himself to finish the bottle before setting it down on the bar empty with a forced look of satisfaction

"That's good..."

Bishamon then turned to the group, more toward Catherine though. A question forming from his lips.

"I'm impressed, having a higher bounty then your own captain. You must get around a lot"