Post by ❰ Misha ❱ on Apr 23, 2016 18:14:37 GMT -5
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"Blackbird" Emile Reivelt
"Blackbird" Emile Reivelt
It was a beautiful, pristine day; around noon when small Marine craft floated into the Harbor and Emile disembarked. Full of pride and wonder, the young Marine couldn't help but marvel and gape in interest.
Passing through the harbor onto West Street, he saw people passing by and smiling with a full-bodied gait. He witnessed friendly merchants peddling wares on the streets while flanked by a host of gaudy flower shops. The setting and the scenery was ordinary, but it still managed to drive the breath from his lips. The flocks of people he could see made him feel a little self-conscious about getting worked up, so he continued onward past the prow of the Marine ship and walked down the path marked as West Street.
It was a beautiful place and Emile took joy in just finding a peaceful lane down the side, nonchalantly brushing a small breadth of hair from his eyes. It didn't give him many ideas nor was it as opulent and fancy as he liked, but the serenity was quite welcome. He strolled along until he reached his destination: an sullen blacksmith shop on the last leg of the West Road before the Marlo Gate. It was open and shaded underneath the cozy pavilion where the smoke and flames of burnt iron mixed together with those coming from a barbecue grill outside.
A few eyes turned to meet him from both sides of the cobblestone furnace, though Emile had his focus only on the small, but rather heavily-built man wearing a retired Marine's outfit. The pleasantries were quick, the two of them exchanging curt, though rather nervous, nods of silent understanding before Emile sat down on a chair nearby, "I was expecting them to send someone else to try to... 'persuade' me to come out of retirement... didn't expect a young boy I'm afraid."
To Emile's eye, he was a burly man with features that belied a once handsome visage. Now though, there were wrinkles over smooth skin and a goatee of starch white hair. By his chair, there were 3 hammers, all of varying sizes and shapes. When Emile sniffed the air, he caught a faint whiff of alcohol and strong body odors, though it didn't much affect him.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Levi Beckert. I'm afraid to say though I wasn't sent to coax you out of your retirement. You've earned it in my opinion. What I'm here for is to ask you a couple of questions." he greeted politely, leaning forward across the large table in front of him, crossing his arms. Levi's expression went
"You shouldn't lean on my Smithing table. Where are your manners boy! Didn't the Marines teach you how to respect your elders things!? When I go to make my next blade, I don't want to have to pick up anything you knock over." he excitedly gestured to shush Emile from the table, "So then, what are you here to ask about?"
A little annoyed, Emile got off the table and leaned back to relax his feet on the stand supporting the table, a motion that also made the man look a little annoyed, "Several years ago, you got into a spat with a Pirate Crew while in the Grand Line. I read that you described him as 'wearing a suit of Dragon Bones, baring a large heavy-hafted Greatsword" Emile motioned, hands coming closer to his face while his own expression belied both coy and seriousness.
"I want to know more about that encounter you had."
A grim little smile made its way to Emile's face as he spoke, gloved fingers absently dusting off the bits of smoldering iron that were left over on the table as Levi met his eyes with the same visible nervousness he had when Emile had entered.
"HmmGah. Of all the things you could ask for, that is one of the few things I'd rather not recount that time. I was a different man back then and trust me boy... if you're after that Pirate, than you certainly have your work cut out for you." he sighed by the flames, picking up a piece of well done meat and throwing it into his mouth before chewing. "But I did swear that I'd help the Marines in any way that I could. For my time however and services rendered, I'm going to have to charge you something. Not money however."
Emile softened up, head turning to rest on his shoulder while his feet moved to kick the cobblestones underneath the charring grill. Seconds later, Levi called for the young girl, appearing no older than 9, whom Emile had barely spared a passing glance on his way in, "This here is my granddaughter. Up until I retired, she had been watched by the Orphanage in the Residential Districts after my son and his wife passed away. That place has been long abandoned and condemned, but I'm admittedly curious about what is inside there. She says she can't remember what occurred there and I'm apt to ask any of the other children who escaped. For the most part, they're beggars or thieves in these parts so I hold my tongue." he patted the young girl on the head as Emile grinned softly at the small, but seemingly very fragile child. Her left eye was a translucent white color while the other was a shade of brown hazel.
"Recently, it's come to my attention that another retired Marine on this island also has a child with the same condition as Hana here. Several of the young boys and girls wandering around town is also with the condition. I've checked with a couple doctors and most brushed it off as harmless... but I have a theory if you care to indulge me."
Emile leaned in to listen, eyes locked in with keen interest while Levi spoke with baited breath, "I think it's an acute allergic reaction to something that they were doing inside the run-down orphanage. That old place did do some things with the Strawberry patches that grow in the forest and grew a few more strange plants. I'm interested in finding out about what they did. Maybe they mixed a strawberry with something that caused this. While its not harmful, I'm too curious to let it go, so if you could do me this favor, I would gladly tell you what I know about that Pirate.
When he was finished, Emile's thoughts retreated back and he leaned against the furnace down to his right. There was a moment when it seemed simple to make the choice. He was curious now and the idea that there was something done like that. He nodded in acceptance, but before he could get up from his seat, Levi spoke up once more, "One more thing though... there is something I want you to know. I did try to get into the Orphanage yesterday, but..." he paused absently, like he was deep in thought, "Something spooked me. When I went to open the door, I felt like there were daggers poised right at my back. I couldn't tell who was watching me or for what reason. I kept looking all the way home, but I couldn't shake the feeling. Once you're at the Orphanage, be careful. I know you're a Marine, but I think there are people who want that place locked down. After that, I decided not to go in there myself."
Emile noted the shiver of cold that seemed to run up the man's spine and nodded, "I'll be careful, but don't worry." Emile smiled confidently as he walked out of the pavilion, "I'm sure I can handle myself." As he exited and began heading down the road, he couldn't know for certain, but the man's story brought him to the attention that someone may indeed be watching him, though he was smiling confidently on the way there.
He arrived at the Orphanage in question with the address given to him by Levi just as the dusk was setting in, seeing the dilapidated building and noticeably smirking. It was a structured building with architecture that intrigued him. Even if he wasn't asked to do the job, he would've been curious enough to enter it on his own anyways. The windows and side doors were barred too, reflecting what was barely left of the day's sun. Withdrawing Irony and Tsukiakari together, his weapons pounced on the wood that blocked his entrance. It took a few careful hits from him to shatter the pieces of wood before all that was left was rubble.
Passing through the harbor onto West Street, he saw people passing by and smiling with a full-bodied gait. He witnessed friendly merchants peddling wares on the streets while flanked by a host of gaudy flower shops. The setting and the scenery was ordinary, but it still managed to drive the breath from his lips. The flocks of people he could see made him feel a little self-conscious about getting worked up, so he continued onward past the prow of the Marine ship and walked down the path marked as West Street.
It was a beautiful place and Emile took joy in just finding a peaceful lane down the side, nonchalantly brushing a small breadth of hair from his eyes. It didn't give him many ideas nor was it as opulent and fancy as he liked, but the serenity was quite welcome. He strolled along until he reached his destination: an sullen blacksmith shop on the last leg of the West Road before the Marlo Gate. It was open and shaded underneath the cozy pavilion where the smoke and flames of burnt iron mixed together with those coming from a barbecue grill outside.
A few eyes turned to meet him from both sides of the cobblestone furnace, though Emile had his focus only on the small, but rather heavily-built man wearing a retired Marine's outfit. The pleasantries were quick, the two of them exchanging curt, though rather nervous, nods of silent understanding before Emile sat down on a chair nearby, "I was expecting them to send someone else to try to... 'persuade' me to come out of retirement... didn't expect a young boy I'm afraid."
To Emile's eye, he was a burly man with features that belied a once handsome visage. Now though, there were wrinkles over smooth skin and a goatee of starch white hair. By his chair, there were 3 hammers, all of varying sizes and shapes. When Emile sniffed the air, he caught a faint whiff of alcohol and strong body odors, though it didn't much affect him.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Levi Beckert. I'm afraid to say though I wasn't sent to coax you out of your retirement. You've earned it in my opinion. What I'm here for is to ask you a couple of questions." he greeted politely, leaning forward across the large table in front of him, crossing his arms. Levi's expression went
"You shouldn't lean on my Smithing table. Where are your manners boy! Didn't the Marines teach you how to respect your elders things!? When I go to make my next blade, I don't want to have to pick up anything you knock over." he excitedly gestured to shush Emile from the table, "So then, what are you here to ask about?"
A little annoyed, Emile got off the table and leaned back to relax his feet on the stand supporting the table, a motion that also made the man look a little annoyed, "Several years ago, you got into a spat with a Pirate Crew while in the Grand Line. I read that you described him as 'wearing a suit of Dragon Bones, baring a large heavy-hafted Greatsword" Emile motioned, hands coming closer to his face while his own expression belied both coy and seriousness.
"I want to know more about that encounter you had."
A grim little smile made its way to Emile's face as he spoke, gloved fingers absently dusting off the bits of smoldering iron that were left over on the table as Levi met his eyes with the same visible nervousness he had when Emile had entered.
"HmmGah. Of all the things you could ask for, that is one of the few things I'd rather not recount that time. I was a different man back then and trust me boy... if you're after that Pirate, than you certainly have your work cut out for you." he sighed by the flames, picking up a piece of well done meat and throwing it into his mouth before chewing. "But I did swear that I'd help the Marines in any way that I could. For my time however and services rendered, I'm going to have to charge you something. Not money however."
Emile softened up, head turning to rest on his shoulder while his feet moved to kick the cobblestones underneath the charring grill. Seconds later, Levi called for the young girl, appearing no older than 9, whom Emile had barely spared a passing glance on his way in, "This here is my granddaughter. Up until I retired, she had been watched by the Orphanage in the Residential Districts after my son and his wife passed away. That place has been long abandoned and condemned, but I'm admittedly curious about what is inside there. She says she can't remember what occurred there and I'm apt to ask any of the other children who escaped. For the most part, they're beggars or thieves in these parts so I hold my tongue." he patted the young girl on the head as Emile grinned softly at the small, but seemingly very fragile child. Her left eye was a translucent white color while the other was a shade of brown hazel.
"Recently, it's come to my attention that another retired Marine on this island also has a child with the same condition as Hana here. Several of the young boys and girls wandering around town is also with the condition. I've checked with a couple doctors and most brushed it off as harmless... but I have a theory if you care to indulge me."
Emile leaned in to listen, eyes locked in with keen interest while Levi spoke with baited breath, "I think it's an acute allergic reaction to something that they were doing inside the run-down orphanage. That old place did do some things with the Strawberry patches that grow in the forest and grew a few more strange plants. I'm interested in finding out about what they did. Maybe they mixed a strawberry with something that caused this. While its not harmful, I'm too curious to let it go, so if you could do me this favor, I would gladly tell you what I know about that Pirate.
When he was finished, Emile's thoughts retreated back and he leaned against the furnace down to his right. There was a moment when it seemed simple to make the choice. He was curious now and the idea that there was something done like that. He nodded in acceptance, but before he could get up from his seat, Levi spoke up once more, "One more thing though... there is something I want you to know. I did try to get into the Orphanage yesterday, but..." he paused absently, like he was deep in thought, "Something spooked me. When I went to open the door, I felt like there were daggers poised right at my back. I couldn't tell who was watching me or for what reason. I kept looking all the way home, but I couldn't shake the feeling. Once you're at the Orphanage, be careful. I know you're a Marine, but I think there are people who want that place locked down. After that, I decided not to go in there myself."
Emile noted the shiver of cold that seemed to run up the man's spine and nodded, "I'll be careful, but don't worry." Emile smiled confidently as he walked out of the pavilion, "I'm sure I can handle myself." As he exited and began heading down the road, he couldn't know for certain, but the man's story brought him to the attention that someone may indeed be watching him, though he was smiling confidently on the way there.
He arrived at the Orphanage in question with the address given to him by Levi just as the dusk was setting in, seeing the dilapidated building and noticeably smirking. It was a structured building with architecture that intrigued him. Even if he wasn't asked to do the job, he would've been curious enough to enter it on his own anyways. The windows and side doors were barred too, reflecting what was barely left of the day's sun. Withdrawing Irony and Tsukiakari together, his weapons pounced on the wood that blocked his entrance. It took a few careful hits from him to shatter the pieces of wood before all that was left was rubble.
"Oh this is going to be fun!"
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Note: Apologies if it's not my best post. I broke through a potential writer's block to make it so I had to compromise on my standards a little to get this out there. If it suits your fancy, Levi is open. I have no further use for him so you can kill him later on if you want.