Leroy was Currently wearing one of his button-up shirts, Ironically, Unbuttoned. Exposing his lean muscular frame. He had his sleeves rolled up and was currently wearing a pair of Shorts that stopped at the knee. But instead of his typical sandals, he wore tennis shoes that seemed rather sturdy. Far different than most shoes that people wore.
"Alright! Everyone meet up in the town center in...Two hours!" He then pat Kirk on the Shoulder and shown a smile before speaking
"Come on! Lets see what kinda cool stuff they got in a big city like this!"
Kále took the money from Kirk, grumbling quietly to himself about how he didn’t get 100,000 for a sword. Even though he knew he wasn’t gonna need 100,000 for one. As soon as he got the money he began walking away from the group. Not really caring for pairing up with anyone, especially not pervy chef and… Jeanne?
Kále didn’t really have a good nickname for Jeanne, he could hardly even remember her name. “I don’t need to pair with anyone. I’ll be fine on my own.” He was smart enough to remember where the ship is. Kále could definitely remember to meet back up with the crew in two hours… right?
Kirk sighed heavily as Kále snatched the money and started to hurry off. He took the journal back from Noir as he handed it back and looked at him with an exasperated expression. “Just… keep an eye on him. I don’t want him forgetting and leaving that money somewhere.”
Kirk soon turned and followed after his captain. “Don’t let your guard down too much, Leroy. Bounty hunters and Marines could be swarming this place. At least you’re tough.” He mumbled to himself while looking at the market stalls and stores as they passed. It was way more reassuring to be beside someone he knew could kick ass in a place like this.
Noir turned towards Kále and Jeanne now before bowing lightly, smiling softly to the inventor. “You first, my lady. I can’t leave you unprotected as the caboose, now that would just be rude.” He motioned his hand in the direction they were heading.
Jeanne chuckled as Kále ran off. Noir offering to keep her protected. She was still injured after all. Even if she still needed to rip that bandage off of telling him about her sexuality... Ehhh it could wait.
"Let's make sure that one doesn't get lost.", she says as she starts power walking to keep up with Kále. "So we need a sword for Kále, knifes, pots and pans and other such kitchen goods for you Noir, and miscellaneous parts and chemicals for me. Though I do want to look for some goggles and such as well..." she would list off. "I think our best bet would be to get Kále's sword first, since that shouldn't take as long as our tasks."
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The door to the weapons shop slammed open, banging into the door stopper causing a loud boom to ring out around the shop. Startling the man behind the counter, he looked to the door and saw the mean face of Masamune Kále. Kále stepped into the shop and took a quick look around.
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"Sorry 'bout that geezer." He said, placing his hand behind his head in an apologetic way. He took another look around the shop, a longer look this time. Scanning all the racks, shelves and casings for different swords, knives, spears and other bladed weaponry. Kále took no interest in any of the displayed weapons, none of them caught his eye. He walked up to the desk the shopkeeper was standing behind.
"I'm looking to buy a sword, katana, for 50,000. Got anything like that?" Kále was given 60,000 by Kirk for a sword, but ain't no way he was spending all that on one sword.
Noir was at the door instantly, going in before Jeanne did to make sure the door was held open for her. All the while, the cook gave Kále a dirty look. Slamming doors open was NOT good manners, but he wouldn't give him a talking-to until they were out of the sword shop. Instead of looking around, considering that there wasn't anything of interest for him in there, he simply hung back by the door, folding his arms behind his back as his eyes swiveled back and forth around the room.
"Thank you Noir.", she would say as she entered the store. Much like Noir there wasn't much for her in this shop either, but rather than stand by the doorway she atleast sort of perused the other wares. Namely she looked at the gear for maintaining blades. Whetstones, oils and such. She wondered if she would find any use out of any of them. Plus it might be good to know how to maintain her crewmates' gear just in case.
So she perused the shop. Contemplating silently to herself as she scratched her cheek. She did have a budget, and any money spent here would limit her spending power in other stores. Ugh. Decisions decisions.
An older man with a grey, frizzy mustache bigger than Kále's future was behind the counter. He had been previously reading the newspaper when the pirates barged in. He simply gave them a bit of a scowl, obviously not keen on such a loud intrusion, and folded his newspaper haughtily. He crossed his arms as Kále came up and sighed lightly. "There's a barrel right over yonder if you're lookin' for a cheapo like that." He loosely mentioned with a wave of a hand towards a barrel in the corner of the store, a bunch of different handles poking out of it.
Kále looked to where the man had pointed out. In the far corner of the store there was a dusty old barrel with many differently coloured hilts of the swords inside. He nodded at the man before walking over to the barrel. He took a quick look inside, nothing really jumped out to him.
“Hmm…” He picked a sword up, lifting it out the barrel and pulling it out of its scabbard. Taking a quick scan of the blade and it’s condition before fully unsheathing it and holding it upright in his right hand. The scabbard was red with gold at either end of it. In the middle was a small portion with a red design and black diamond shapes. The sword was much the same, the hilt with the same design with gold at the pommel. In the middle of the hilt was a ring of gold wrapped around.
This sword was certainly something. Almost like it spoke out to Kále as he held it. He grinned giving the sword a quick swing to check its weight before returning it to its scabbard. He turned to the shopkeeper. “Only 50,000 for this one, right?” Kále could tell the blade was quality just by his short analysis, he wanted to make sure that this sword was only 50,000 in case the shopkeeper tried to take more later.
"Yessir, if it was in that there barrel." The old man nodded in response and eyed the sword. To him, it had looked cheap and fake, so why not throw it in the barrel with the rest? Some poor scrap was gonna come by eventually and pick it up one day and that just happened to be today. Honestly, most of those swords should've cost way less with how dull, damaged, or even rusty and old the blades were and the shopkeeper was just upselling them for anyone foolish enough. New pirates coming to the Grand Line were soft and easy to trick with something like this, so this job made good money!
"Now, that the one you want, kid?"