Armand Gambino trotted around the room frustrated. His sides ached as he moaned in pain, a deep gash on his chest and a throbbing scar on his face making a formidable cross on his forehead. A deep groan of regret shook his frame as he once again ridiculed himself for believing that conniving piece of filth.His short cut black hair was slicked back in an unfriendly mount and his dark shades glowered evilly. A full size white coat hung loosely over his body, sporting a conspicuous lack of b.u.t.tons making it nothing more than an overcoat. A matching set of pants hung down from his waist making him look much like what one would expect of a gangster. (Think stylish Yakuza)
Though he looked like this, he had in fact not traded his brains for a second rate gangster look. This could be proven to anyone jobless enough to ask, by pointing out that he had become the youngest family head to have ever come to power in this chaotic land of the five feuding families.
Now however the young star had a problem. A huge problem. All of his goods had been stolen and to top it all off he had been betrayed by one he had considered a loyal family member. Not only losing a valuable amount of money but also probably single handedly causing the decline of his family for the next five years.
"Boss! there is someone at the gate who said that they want to talk to you!" A voice called as a grey haired youth sauntered into the room blissfully unaware of the eventual doom of the family.
"Hoh? How the Gambino family has fallen if all we can do is let strangers meet the family head whenever they wish?" Armand asked with a hint of depression, before hopelessly waving his hand motioning for the youth to let the men at the family gate meet him.
"Take them to the family room, I will meet them there." Armand said, with what could possibly be the most polite welcome anyone on this island would offer. "Also make sure that you station Right and Left on the door just to stop them from thinking of any funny business." ah, I take the previous statement back.
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"Hah…" Armand sighed tiredly before making his way to the wall and glancing at the twin swords that lay hanging on the wall, gleaming with a hint of bloodl.u.s.t. "Father, it is time to break out the ceremonial sabers it seems." he said as he pulled out the swords and clenched them in his fist.
You see, it was the custom of the Gambino s to bring the two swords to any and all negotiations, for that was what he a.s.sumed he was about to face.
He sniffed slightly, before exiting the orange lighted room and made his way to the family room, tracing the yellowing walls as he remembered the family glory that he had seen when he was just a child.
Cries of joy could almost be heard when he clutched the door k.n.o.b to the family room, before he decisively opened the room fully prepared for the eventual despair that he would feel.
As soon as he entered though, he could only throw all these thoughts to the back of his mind as he looked at the man before him.
His blue eyes stared calmly at him, letting no thoughts escape.
"Hah this is going to be tough.."
( LORE POV )
I took a deep breath as the head of the Gambino s entered the room. I had heard of how young he was, nonetheless, I was still slightly surprised.
"So Mister Gambino, I heard your family has gotten into a bout of problems?" I asked unwilling to spend too much time on trivial pleasantries.
"Hoh.. Where did mister stranger hear that from?" the man sitting opposite to me replied, never breaking character. "G.o.d d.a.m.nit man now you forced me to introduce myself!!"
"I am a wandering pirate who just happened to hear a flying flamingo talk about a deal with you, now I hear that you lost the merchandise, imagine how surprised I was.." I said maintaining my poker face as I observed the man opposite to me. After the first facial spasm, nothing was revealed.
"Hoh..?" the man said before seemingly decide to stop the information charade that had been playing out before him, "Even if that was the case I wonder how mister Pirate has anything to do with it?"
"Nothing as of yet, but I could theoretically help you.." was all that I replied with.
"Even if that was the case, what makes mister Pirate believe that he can hold onto his merchandise? after all it is a dangerous world out there.." the Gambino head said.
"heh, first you probed my information now you want to test my credibility? fine then your funeral~" I thought as I proceeded to coat my hands with Armament Haki, successfully turning it black. "Nishishi, mister Gambino jokes, how could I being a pirate possibly fear the outside world?" I asked allowing a slight amount of derision to slip into my tone.
"Hha, Mister Pirate is right, take my previous words as merely words of rambling then.." he said laughing slightly uncomfortably, sweat beading on his forehead.
"Now then, onto business.." I said as I motioned to Fawkes who promptly, though slightly unwillingly pulled out all the gold, armaments and jewels that he had found in the Marine hideout. (Hey we were Pirates, so what if we looted sometimes, if we didn"t then we would be weird!!)
The carpet was covered with the loot making a sizeable amount. How Fawkes managed to hold onto this much cash and where he kept it was a mystery to me, nonetheless I believed that if he wanted to tell me then he would.
"I wonder, if this would suffice for you mister Gambino?" I asked playfully.
"It would have sufficed, but what we have lost is still too much.." he said as he looked down, obviously depressed.
"Ok, how about this then, we"ll sweeten the deal for you, all this and we"ll help you get back what was stolen, with the catch being that we get to pick up three things from the retrieved treasure?" I said as I slowly pushed out my hands, smiling like a devil.