Kále yawned as he pulled himself up off of his chair. He put his arms into the air as he stretched. "It's about time." Before walking away from the table he grabbed one more kebab and continued to eat it. He tapped Geeve on the shoulder as he walked past him before saying. "Do you think those guys outside would be down for a quick fight? I like the look of those swords they've got on 'em." His hand left some grease marks on Geeve's outfit due to the careless way that Kále had eaten his food.
Noir was lifting his hand to stop Kále from touching Geeve and just to stop him from being an absolute roach… but just groaning in failure and disappointment at his lateness and ended up just giving up on that. Let the King jail him or whatever for being rude, that’ll server him right. He quickly fixed his hair and outfit before walking after Leroy, standing a bit behind him with his hands tucked into his pockets. Kirk had to prevent himself from grinning ear to ear and calmly stood up. It was be rude to admit was hoping this king was a jackass so he could get a good reason to sneak off to a treasure room. He had to put his hands on his hips to stop himself from getting antsy.
Geeve winced as he could feel the grease seep into his finely pressed suit. But he steeled himself as he turned and opened his arm to move a dark sheet of silk behind the doors just as they were at the entrance, leading the Crew into the room. The first thing the Crew was presented to was the King He sat perfectly against the far wall on what looked to be a temporary throne. It was decadent, more so than the seats at the entrance. Wood and Gold masterfully collided in a masterful balance of craftsmanship; fine pieces of silk cushions were furnished into the throne that gave the King an even more important presence There were a few pillows around on the floor before him where those speaking to him would sit.
The entire room exuded a sense of royalty. Banners of Fabric hung from the walls, the crest of Arabasta across their surfaces, a simple geometric star shape with drop shapes in between the spaces of the star. The King himself seemed old. His hands rested on the arms of his throne as the Crew entered.
His face was leathered and worn, yet he wore his age well despite the growing crows' feet at the corners of his eyes. However, this was remedied by the Charcoal Eyeliner he wore. Something many of the people of his country did. His hair was still a silky ebony color with the occasional specks of grey here and there. Though his facial hair seemed partially unkempt and untrimmed, he wore a small goatee across his chin, braided into a tight twist like that of thick rope. A piece of Gold held the bottom together. Seemingly an accessory meant solely for him.
The rest of his outfit took a more relaxed feeling than what one would imagine King to wear. A deep purple robe over an exquisite floor-length linen tunic like those on the streets wore. This alone gave the message that, unlike most royalty. He was certainly a man of the people, dressing like them even in private. To either of the King's side were two individuals that looked distinctly unique compared to the previous Medjay. One was a man of shorter and thinner stature; his skin was almost grey.
Spots of black-like face painted across his face, and his eyes had deep black lining them, giving them an almost feline look; The man's hair was also buzzed short but kept lengthy near the top to be kept slicked back and paired with a band of fabric wrapped around his forehead, Deep Purple. Many Golden earrings lined his ears, and his neck was covered in intricate golden rings.
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Similar to the Medjay, he wore minimal clothing for the heat. A small white linen covering covered his shoulders. Additionally, this feline-looking man was barefoot; his baggy white pants were adorned with similar golden rings around his ankles to keep the fabric in place.
The other man to the Left of the King was far larger than his contemporary. His hair was similarly short but kept a decent length of messy hair. He wore a much more predatory and stern gaze etched deep into his eyes, his face sharp, unlike the others' softer features. He had a slightly hooked nose and a patch of hair on his chin. He wore a deep black cape across his shoulders that reached down to his calves, exposing the similarly flowing fabric of his pants wrapped around his thighs, exposing his hairy and muscular calves. Leather sandals protect his feet, unlike the feline man. Finally, he held a long staff of sorts, long and brown with a bronze cap at the bottom, while at the top was a large shape resembling an Ankh.
Finally. Standing closest to the throne, Was a woman with a fair tanned skin tone. She looked young, similar in age to the likes of the Crew. A face that was flawless and smooth like the Gold that adorned her vibrant violet hair, pulling it up into a ponytail of wavy hair. Strands left to frame her face in a look that added to her Elegance. She wore a simple dress, washed out orange in color. It extended down to the ground, the dress flowed down her arms, and ended in large open frilly sleeves.
The King sighed. "You're Right, Kiki...I'm sorry. Geeve went out of his way to find these Pirates hoping to bolster our efforts..." The King closed his eyes briefly, seeming to think his next words carefully before putting his hand on his chest. A warm and genuine smile spread across his lips as he spoke.
"I apologize. I am King Alubadi Ramze." He then gestured behind him with a leathery hand "This is Princess Alubadi Kiki" He then gestured to the two on either side of the throne. Going from left to right "And this is Ewu and Mau"
The gown left her shoulders and bust partially exposed as she rested her hands on the back of the throne The King lifted a hand as the Crew entered, stroking his knotted beard. He spoke in a stern and deep tone. "So you're the Redsash Pirates? You lot don't look like much."
"Daddy, Please." Spoke the woman behind the King. Now known to be the Princess.
Leroy sized up the King as he came to a stop. His eyes then shifted to the other two figures. Before fixating on the Princess. Whom he thought was exceptionally beautiful, a small smirk came across his face as he looked at King Ramze. "I am Falcon D. Leroy. The Man that'll become King of the Pirates." Jeanne stood beside Leroy, hiding her hands beneath her cloak. Her eyes fixated on the princess for a moment as well. Giving her a soft smile before also looking at the King and introducing herself.
The rest of the crew then followed suit. The comment on Becoming king of the pirates made the Princess chuckle softly. The King gave a similarly humored exhale as they listened to the names of the crew, Kanin Dezzi, Masamune Kále, Ducasse Pinot Noir, Kamiko Kirk. Each of them gave small introductions. But one that was majorly notable was Noir. Whom was obviously infatuated with the Princess immediately, And made a scene of introducing himself. Only for Kirk to get him back on track
"Seems like you two liked that, huh?" Leroy said as he grinned a look of confidence. They were yet to know that this man was wholly serious in his words. "Yes, Quite." Said Kiki. 'He's quite the interesting one, isn't he? They all are...' she thought to herself as Geeve finally closed the doors and walked in front of the Crew