A giant and a flirt walk into a casino..

[Smiley]

It had been a while. After his extensive travels directly from Alabasta to the blues, Marshall had taken almost no actual time off for himself. Focused, only, on preparing himself for fights, doing mercenary oddjobs here and there and, that one time, raid and destroy an entire small coastal village, only to lose a fight against a literal walking, human volcano. Not even a scary volcano, it was shaped like a little scared girl. 

Still, even if his pride was hurt, his resolve remained unshaken. So, to heal his pride, he'd need a bit of time to rest and, since he was headed to the cold North Blue, to train and, more specifically, look for the "Technologically Advanced" islands, he decided that a first pit stop at Amino Island was in order. After all, he heard that it was a land of endless and limitless fun, where he could play as much poker as he wanted, drink as much booze as he could, eat as much food as he could have! 

Perfect for him.

---

"You lost again, mate. Hand em' over." Victorious, yet again. Marshall was putting his mental fortitude and love for gambling to the test by beating a bunch of poor sods, surely casuals, and taking away their money. His strategy was simple, too: because he towers over nearly everyone he encounters in his day-to-day life, he'd walk around the tables, just "sight-seeing". Then, he'd glare harshly at each and every contestant. 

If they did not break eye contact, he walked on. If they looked away, he kept it in mind. With that, he only sat on a table where everyone looked away. 
When they looked away, he knew that they were afraid and did not have the mental fortitude to challenge him to such a mindgame-heavy game like Poker. 

So, in what was being a wonderful day of money-making for Marshall, the young quarter-giant was already thinking about what he'd buy for himself after that whole winning spree was over. Definitely needed a whole lot of new bling, since he lost a lot of what he had at sea by a freak accident! Some clothing, maybe? The possibilities are endless! 

For now, though, he went straight for the pride of those rich casuals, managing, once again, to convince them to stay for one final round, for their chance of beating the "rubish, dumb brute", for once blissfully unaware of who might be watching him.

[nemo]

God, it had been a good bit since Dollie had been to an island that wasn't just writhing with bugs, plants, and more plants. It was bad for her hair! Also, if she had to fight another massive centipede she might need to rethink her entire career and go rogue. Haha, if only right? ...anyways.


It had been a few days since her ship had docked on Amino Island, and her tenure here was by no means disappointing. The people here weren't too awful looking, and some of these people were too loosey goosey with their money. Better for her! A gentle touch to their shoulder and a few honeyed words and they were wrapped around her pinky. Men were so easy and thee drinks they bought her were so, so good. Even the law had to let loose sometimes!

---

Today she found herself amongst the riffraff of the casino in town. With a lit cigarette hanging from her lips and her hair nice and bouncy. she sashayed her way though the crowds with her head held high and an entirely confident look on her nicely defined face. Now, who was fit to be her toy for the night hm?

Those hanging around the slots looked depraved, like they hadn't gotten up in hours. That was no fun! She wouldn't have ANY of their attention. Then, following that, the people either stunk or were bluffing about their riches through their teeth and Ms Longshore wasn't in any mood to indulge them in their fantasies if they didn't have any foundation to it.

Then the words "You lost again, mate. Hand em' over." Hits her ears and her attention is grabbed. Finally. She turns her attention to the sound and gets an eyeful of the massive man sitting at the table. Not big enough to be a full giant. but definitely WAY taller than she was. She'd have to be careful with this one.

"Oh! Finally, someone worth something in this drab place hm?"  she purrs and saddles up to the tall man. She takes her cigarette between her fingers  and smiles up at him, her long eyelashes batting up at him. "I hope you don't mind some company, stud. You new here?" She asks, getting comfortable against the table.

[Smiley]

The young mercenary was having the time of his life, of resounding success, of being delighted in the angered faces of the casuals who just could not break the gambling machine's focus. On a roll that was almost too difficult to stop, he had to repeatedly remind himself to not get too confident and make a slip-up on his mental game, or else risk losing everything in a simple instant. 

So here comes something to COMPLETELY break his focus! 

Now, Marshall is no stranger to foreign attention. Being an incredibly tall, powerful man, it was borderline impossible to go anywhere without having a pair of eyes or two on him. What did not usually happen was for someone to actually approach him. What happened less was for this someone to be a woman. What happened even less was for the person to be so boldly confident as to actually flirt with him! 
So, with his face reddening almost instantly, the young man turned his face to look down at Dollie, finally getting a look at her. Puffy, good looking hair, a wonderfully nice face, proportions that could not be ignored. As a young man, who never ever had time for women, it felt incredible to be approached by someone like her. 

"O-Oho..! I guess I could say I am, well, new here. Just arrived in the island and felt like showing some casuals the bitter taste of defeat! Taking their money is amazing too." 

The social awkwardness of a life-long warrior, that made him lose composure for just a moment, though his focus had yet to waver. Yet another small bluff had won him a good deal more chips, leaving him with a handy mountain. A handy mountain big enough to go on a shopping spree and have leftovers! A grin showed, yet again, in his very well defined face, showing off a bone structure in his face so perfect that it almost looked fake. 

"Well, as much as I'd love to stay here and bankrupt you fools, I now have someone to pay attention to! See ya, come lose your money again!~" 

Almost a different person. An awkward man that spoke in aggressive terms when just doing smalltalk, only to change into a boisterous, confident trash-talker. Whatever that was about, he still moved off of his seat, finally standing upright, holding the chips in a handy box he had borrowed just for a moment like this.
Of course, since he was now standing up next to Dolly, the size difference was definitely pronounced: she was just barely hip level to him, his strong frame quite literally looming over her. 

"So! Uh.. I'm guessing you want me to buy you drinks, no?" Marshall asked with a slightly sheepish smile, deciding to show his awareness of her intentions. After all, he knew well what people wanted when they flirted in a place like this. It just happened that he never expected something like that to happen to him.

[nemo]

Well, this was incredibly easy. Folks back home would be proud. Even if her plans were a little unbecoming of a Marine. She taps her cigarette onto an ash tray and smiles up at the man.

"Ah, a man who knows of the finer things in life huh?" she snickers. "Good way to assert your legacy here. Keep showin' people you aren't to be messed with, you'll find the cream of the crop in no time sweetie. That's where the real money is." she winks and eyes his new stack. He seemed pretty good at this, maybe she'll stick around longer than he planned to. And if she needed to get out of dodge, well, she'll squeeze into a hole that he can't or something. He was MASSIVE. This is what being cocky gets her, really. On top of that, when was the last time she had seen someone that wasn't completely outlandish? Or one that she thought was worth her time to tease anyways. 

She watches him scoop up the money with an amused hum,  and blinks in surprise when he announces the end of his run here. Oh, already? She would've been a little disappointed, but from the sound of it, it sounded like she was getting what she wanted. Nice. 

With a hearty laugh, she takes a puff of her cigarette and blows it away from him. She had manners after all. "Ohoho? See right through me this early did you? Damn, and here I was thinking I could get away with it for a little while longer." She winks and snuffs out her cigarette. She takes a step back when he moves to stand, and finds herself pretty much arching her back to even get a good look at him. The desire to ask him to sit back down was intense, she couldn't even see his face. 

She pats his leg with a small smirk on her face and jerks her head over to the lavish bar. "Well, since you're offering, how can a little lady like me refuse huh? C'mon sugar." She laughs and sashays her way over, not waiting on him to follow because her sixth sense told her he would anyways. She sits herself down on one of the stools with her legs crossed and taps her nails on the bar to alert the barkeep. "I think you're gunna need a bigger chair than these, honey." she says smoothly, tilting her head to gesture to the lumbering beast following behind her. 

[Smiley]

He took a few seconds to look down at her, in silence, tilting his head in ever so slight confusion. In what way did his tone ever imply that he wouldn't let her get away with it? After all, it was the first time he was approached by a woman he actually saw worth in, being the first one to keep her bold, endearing confidence even after he got up, so it was obvious that he'd treat her, at least this time.

"S-Sugar?! I.. yes, mhm." Good god, he almost corrected her on that nickname - to explain that he's not made of sugar, he's made of flesh and bone like any other man. 

That almost-accident aside, he walked rather slowly with her, each step of his covering more than enough ground to keep up with her comfortable pace. Sometimes, Marshall did not take the time to properly look at the people around him, so it really does escape his mind, but most people really are just so tiny. Minuscule to him, almost, often not even reaching his waist. At least the casino looked like it was mostly equipped to take care of someone of his stature. "Eh, I don't sit on what they got either way."

And just as he said that, the quarter-giant moved to sit down on literal air, only to stop mid-way. From his hips to his lower back, a solid, hard white substance had grown all the way to the floor, easily and comfortably supporting his weight, allowing him to sit rather close to her, so that he could order them both a round of drinks.

Well.

He ordered her drinks. To himself, he demanded barrels. As he'd say, "nothing less" could realistically get him drunk, other than pure ethanol.
"So, uh, what is your name, actually..? I'm Soben, it's fuckin' amazing to meet you!" The young man introduced himself, early on and right away, before he became too awkward to even do that properly and wind up embarrassing himself enough to haunt his dreams for the rest of his life.

[nemo]

Aww, he stuttered! Always a good sign, really.

She winks at the barkeep as a habit of hers, and turns to look at the- was he just making a chair from his body? Ah, well, that was new. She eyes the seat with interest before just accepting it for what it is. At least he was blocking some of those garish chandeliers from flashing into her eyes. Her attention turns back to the barkeep and she rests her chin in her hand with a pleasant, expectant smile. "You know the usual, hun. Just keep 'em comin' would you? Thanks." Vodka sidecars were her vice, and she was sure the barkeep knew that well. Or at least she made sure he did. She tended to have that effect on people and it was something she loved to use to her advantage.

"Ah, see I was waiting for you to ask, actually." she laughs and smiles up at him. "Soben huh?" She says his name a few more times and taps her chin to see if she remembered that name anyways. Unfortunately, she came up blank. This was new! A man looking like that had to have some dirt on him right? "Dollie Longshore, sweetie. Real fuckin' nice to meet you too." She takes her drink in her hand and gives it a little sip before speaking again. "So Soben hun, you new here? Don't think I've ever seen you lurkin in these shiny ass halls." She speaks up to him, having to raise her voice just the tiniest bit so she was sure he could hear her from all the way up here. 

Her fingers were itching to start writing in her book, but she couldn't just pull that out in public, there was way too much information in there. And if he pulled it out of her hands, what is she gunna do? Climb the man? Besides, he'd probably just be able to see everything she was writing from that height of his. Better to stay safe than sorry, really. "And I'm guessin' this is whatever your fruit does huh?" she muses aloud, knocking on the chair next to her with a knuckle. Oh god, was that bone?

[Smiley]

A lady of her tastes, it seemed. Her choice of drink was definitely something to keep in mind, since it was one that he never really saw. Well, sure, he likes living the high life, but it’s more of a high life of excess, not overpaying for way too little. It really was why he still hated gourmet and small, special “shots”, simply because it was not nearly enough to satisfy him. Not like he didn’t like the taste or condemned others.

Just that, if he’s served any delicate, gourmet shit, he better get a whole feast right after. It’s an appetizer, not a whole damn meal. Specially for someone like him, who needs to eat over twenty two thousand calories a day if he doesn’t want to start losing weight!

“Dollie Longshore, hm? Have I heard that name, have I not..?” Marshall took a moment to rub his chin a bit while trying to think about her name and if he had read it somewhere. As someone who wishes to conquer and join the world’s politics, he was quite well informed. Though, after a bit of thinking, he shrugged. “Guess I haven’t. Still a, uhm.. a..—” Amiss for words, the young man was desperately trying to find a way to compliment her without making it sound weird or even more awkward. “—It was a wonderful ring to it! Y’know, like the name of someone who belongs in the high seas.”

Could be worse.

“Yeah, I’m new around here, travelling. I heard the North Blue has a good deal of high quality shipwrights and an Island that has made great advances in technology.” For now, he’d avoid speaking about his desire to be a conqueror, to become a pirate and gain enough power to take land of his own and live as a true king. So, instead, he jumped straight to the mention of his devil fruit power, his chest seemingly puffing out, a confident, yet shy smile showing on his face.
“Yep Yep! I ate the Boney Boney Fruit, I have the power to create and control bones!” Marshall was the kind of guy who knew just how blessed he was. His powers, from concept to immediate reasoning, was clearly one that alluded to great and dangerous power. A creation power, of something that morbid, belonging to a giant of a man like him. Surely, she’d be super impressed!!

[nemo]

"Hmmm~" She twists a finger in one of her voluminous curls and blinks up at him. DID he know her? He shouldn't know the last name, at least. Wouldn't want the meaning behind that name getting around, ruining the family trade and all. Even if, technically, she was on the side of the law now. It wouldn't do very good if she were to get booted now would it? She kinda liked it here.

He laughs rings out for all to hear, and she takes a sip. "It does, doesn't it? I'm glad you can recognize it. Now don't go forgetting you hear? Dollie never forgets." she smirks her painted lips and taps her temple. She says it like a promise, vaguely like a threat if he wanted to interpret it that way. He brain was a bank and knowledge the jail cell she uses to ensnare those targeted. 

She listens to him speak and nods. A man with goals at least, she could respect that. Even if they were minimal. "Well you're in the right place for it, at least. Good luck yeah? Maybe we'll see each other out there." She winks and takes another sip of her drink. Pirate, maybe. Should be fun. The sea was vast, who knew when they'd meet up again? He didn't have a bounty on his head as far as she knew, and this would give her time to prepare should be go absolutely apeshit. Now, how do you fight a man that's three times your size?

Dollie, to say the least, doesn't look impressed. However she *does* look amused, given the small smirk on her face, like she told herself a joke and didn't wanna share. "Oh yeah? Guess you need to drink a lot of milk huh?" she laughs, and reaches into her hair and pulls out a carton of cigarettes casually. She lights it, in hales for a second and lets it out. "Does that ever get inconvenient? Bones just growing everywhere?" 

[Smiley]

Marshall wasn’t one to be able to puti t into actual words, but that woman had caught him off guard so badly that even a simple action like playing with her hair while looking directly at him got him all shy and avoiding eye contact, not knowing how to actually maintain it when he isn’t either challenging, fighting or bossing someone around. These types of interactions were so alien to him that he had no idea how to actually deal with it which, in a way, was actually rather nice. A change of pace, so to say.

“Never would cross my mind!” Marshall answered quite quickly when she warned him not to Forget her name, even letting out a small chuckle of his own, a rarity given his usual serious disposition, the young man being taken entirely into her pace. Though, he felt like it was about to change once she said “Maybe we’ll see each other out there.”, for, in his heart, he knew that they’d meet again – even if it was by virtue of taking her to sea with him. Something that the headstrong (and slightly socially inept) man had decided on. Someone this sly would not only be great company to him, but also a wonderful negotiator, for when bloodshed is simply unviable or impossible.

“SEE, each other? We’ll meet again, for sure! I am Soben, and I will create an armada called the “Antlion Navy” so that I can, one day, conquer my own country and live in glorious luxury! Of this, I am sure, as sure as I am that the sun shines in the sky on a clear day!”
Now, Marshall is usually not someone to speak in promises, but in guarantees. He’s also not someone who is too keen on speaking so excitedly about his future plans to someone he just met AND knows is quite the sly one. For some reason, though, his gut and Sharp instincts allowed him to actually say it.

Even if they’re wrong.

The milk part made his eyes roll a bit, as his stance and underlying confidence were finally breaking through his awkward walls, not having been recently attacked by her flirtation. “I don’t need to drink milk for my powers.. though I actually do love milk. Besides, bones don’t just “grow everywhere”! I have full control over these bones!” Marshall assured her, deciding to show her how sure he was of it by raising a palm in front of her, letting her see a small dagger grow out of his skin like some sort of crystal growing on a rock, letting it detach on his fingers.
“It also means I’m never disarmed, not as long as I don’t have that sea-stone get to me.” Marshall bragged with a large smile, wondering what could he do to actually impress her. She clearly wasn’t impressed by his announcement of his fruit, so maybe something else could make the cut?

[nemo]

This guy was kinda cute, she thought. Not in the way she normally fawned and chased after but in the way that she could clearly tell that he had no experience with women. She appreciated the effort though, and definitely appreciated the drinks that were headed her way. She taps her cigarette into the ash tray and leans back against her chair with her arm hanging over the edge.

"Oh Yeah? Well, confident men are always nice. I'll be disappointed if you don't keep your promise, Soben." she chuckled and took a long drag of her cigarette, before blowing them out in the shapes of spheres, like they were harmless bullets or something. Dollie had no idea if this man could tell she was a Marine, she assumed he wouldn't be telling her all this if he did anyways. She didn't know with pirates, anyways. They were always a fun little mixed bag with interesting personalities and IQ's, and she didn't know where this one fit just yet. 

"Well, whatever the case may be, I'm looking forward to seein' how high your bounty gets." she winks and leans forward to tap her glass against his big barrel before knocking the rest of her drink back and sliding it against the counter for the bartender to replace. "Dollie likes high numbers, sugar." she winks but doesn't elaborate. She figured she'd just let him run wild with it and just sit back and watch him do what he does best. Maybe he'd kidnap her if he got big like he wanted to? That'd be fun wouldn't it? Well, if he could get his big bony hands on her that is. It'd also give her a bit of time to do her research on this man, seeing as he didn't do anything to garner attention from the government yet. 

With a hum, she reaches up to poke the bone and hummed with interest. "Does it hurt at all? You taking these things outta your body?" She asks, sitting up straight to get a better look at it. It also made her realize how much smaller her hands were than his, it was insane. there weren't many moments where she dealt with massive creatures, but she supposes that it was time for her to start aiming higher then? She was an Ensign after all.

[Smiley]

Sure, he had no experience with women! It's just what happens when one's entire youth, his formative years and the perfect years to try love for the first time were all filled with violence and an intense desire for survival through hunting. Hell, when one says that Marshall has fought more lizards than talked to women, they are saying it in the most literal sense possible.

All he had going for him was a grandiose amount of confidence, greed and drive.

"As if I'd ever disappoint! This Soben here will sleep in the softest of beds and wear the shiniest of jewels!"

Yes. He really did not know that she's a marine. In fact, he has no idea that she's anything other than an interesting woman he took a rather great liking to. Even if she was a marine, it'd likely not stop Marshall from boasting and affirming that he'd actually conquer a kingdom, in fact, he'd probably just change his tone to a challenging one. Sure, he's not too keen on divulging his plans with someone he just met, but if he's doing it, then by god he'll do it loud n' proud.

Y'know, "stop me if you can" type of tone. That's just the type of man taht he is. Loud, boastful, with a penchant for backing up his claims and making true his threats.

In a move that was surprisingly confident for Marshall, something that a novice usually wouldn't ever try, he leaned down rather far, just to get his face really close to Dollie's, his sharp, dark eyes staring into hers, a sly smile on his lips. He heard something interesting and no way would he ever let something like that escape!

In his deep voice and a low tone, like a sort of ironically soothing abyss..

"Dollie will see nothing BUT big when it comes to me.~"

And for a moment, once again sitting in his normal position, he'd find himself continuing to drink from the barrel of sweet alcohol, finding it to be quite delicious the more he drank, taking a few liters before his giant body finally began feeling that air of aimless joviality swirling in his mind, his face growing a slight bit flushed on his cheeks.

"The.. bones? Naaah.. not so far, at least. Feels like just takin' something out that grows naturally.. like when someone spits, or somethin'.. it doesn't hurt, it's just natural. It's just natural to me too!" The best explanation a tipsy, very happy man could give, which was actually quite apt when it pertained to his abilities. They didn't hurt.. and they felt natural. Like any other part of his body.

Might it indicate that he has lived with the powers for a long time, to be considered an extension of his body, to find the creation of bones as natural as creating saliva.

[nemo]

Dollie hums in acknowledgement and feigns taking a sip from her drink. She never got drunk in public. Her companion, on the other hand, seemed like he was letting the kegs of alcohol that he was guzzling down get to him. Dollie Longshore never let anyone catch her slipping, but boy did she love it when she caught others acting out. Marshall was already loud and the farthest thing from secretive, who know what he'd talk about under the control of alcohol? 

"As long as you keep your promise, sugar." she smirks and gestures to the barkeep to hand the tall man another drink. "I'd hate for you to get low, isn't it always disappointing?"

She listens to him speak with small nods before stretching, hands high in the air. "It must be nice, you don't ever have to look for a knife eh? Just pop! Right on your fingers!"

Her finger twirls in her black cloud of hair and she lets out a huff. "Well Soben, thank you for taking the time to talk to me, yeah? People get so lonely in places like this, its entirely ironic." she smiles up at him in the most saccharine way. "Where are you headed next hm? Surely you have other places to be, people to see if you're on this grandiose mission you have?" she asks. Would be nice to have even the slightest lead on the people she met, just in case she ever needed to acknowledge them again. Knowledge was power and power pays with fat checks. 

[Smiley]

Never did he have a reason to worry about being caught drunk and, as some fools would say, "vulnerable". In his heart of hearts, he knew that, at least here, no one would ever be able to defeat him in a proper fight, even if he was completely and utterly smashed and only seeing triple. Even if he could no longer stand up from dizziness, he still felt like he would never be defeated - wrong, to be sure, but Marshall's Marshall.

"You can bet I will!~" Marshall assured her with a warm, joyful grin, thanking her kindly for getting him yet another barrel, of which he quickly got to drinking from again. Even after taking enough alcohol to kill an entire platoon of marines, Marshall only seemed tipsy, showing an incredible amount of stamina. If only he had a banquet to eat as well, he wouldn't even be tipsy right now - hell, he's drinking on an empty stomach!

Though, even if he was drinking like a thirsty camel, he didn't stop listening to her and neither did he stop looking at her. The inexperienced young man just couldn't keep his attention away from Dollie as she spoke, even feeling his cheeks heat up even further when she thanked him for talking to her, his dark eyes gazing a little to the side with clear shyness to them.

Once he put down the barrel again, cleaning his lips with a napkin, he thought about where he would go next. If he wanted the money to properly fund his ship, he needed to go look for money. As someone who has only known plunder - and has found great success with such plunder, his target obviously had to be a place he could plunder.
"Holy Remunum Empire, of course! Gathering funds, some notable people and then bring my ship design to life.. Ah, yes, that thing will sink even a ship twice its size once I make it a reality..~" The large man chuckled a bit, his demeanor having turned a bit to the looser, his usually tight-lipped attitude towards his plans and secrets melting away a bit as the alcohol spread through his body, as it clouded his mind, bit by bit.

With the alcohol knocking down a few of his personal "walls", the young pirate did show a more nosey side of himself, once again leaning slightly towards Dolly, curiosity lacing his words. "And you..? I still know surprisingly little about ya, you just kept me talking about myself, you sly princess!~ Cmoooon, tell me about yourself.. you must not be an exactly straight-n'-narrow citizen, if you're still talking with me, riiiiight?~" So he asked in a sultry, slightly slurred voice, showing a sense of intuition that had not been at all dulled by the influence of alcohol, alcohol that he still sipped from, awaiting her answer with clear excitement in his eyes.

[nemo]

As awful as it was, Dollie thought this was fun. She didn't consider her whole tug and pull with others a chase, rather a puppeteering act where men acted just as she predicted. She just didn't think they were complex, and were often weak to a pretty face. Not that she'd tell anyone that, anyways. It was interesting, she thought, to see how long it lasted.

She listens to his speak with a hum and a nod. The Holy Remunum Empire, huh? Sounded like something with a massive castle, and with castles came gold. The thought made her palms itch. "Oh~? Sounds exciting. You'll have to tell me about it sometime, hun. I'm sure it'll make for a riveting tavern story, don't you think? Marshall the Great." she snorts. 

She lifts her head and is taken aback by his closeness. "Ahaha~" Dollie feigns a giggle and and uses a finger to push on his forehead to give herself some space. The scent of alcohol was already intense in this bar, and she certainly didn't need it a few inches from her face from the mouth of some guy many times larger than her. But she could play it off like she normally did with a pleasant smile on her face. "Now wouldn't it be just boooorrring if I gave away all  my secrets just like that? I have to have some air of mystery, sugar. It's what makes this fun~" 

She pats his cheek twice and slides her half empty glass towards the bartender before standing from her stool. "Maybe next time. I'm a busy woman after all, I'm sure you'll find out about me soon enough. Thanks for the drinks." she purrs and pats his arm before rather quickly disappearing into the crowd. The last thing she needed was him prying, and that was her cue to cut the conversation and leave. Though, she was sure she was going to see him again, if his demeanor was any hint. Dollie Longshore was a locked book with a lost key and she was going to make sure it was going to stay that way.

[Smiley]

Drunk or not, Marshall always had some terrifyingly sharp instincts, specially when it came to detecting people's fear. Some might say that his nose could smell when someone was scared, much like a wild beast. When she left, after teasing him a bit more, the giant took a few moments to drink a good deal of alcohol from the huge keg he had, muttering to himself with a smirk.
"You reek of fear, Dollie..~ Aah, what are you hiding?~" Marshall sighed in a rather infatuated manner, the sharp-eyed giant adonis finishing his overwhelming amounts of booze, paying the barman with a hefty tip, just for tolerating his shenanigans. A Tyrant he might be, cruel he definitely is, but everyone knows to treat the ones who handle drink and food very well.

Once again on his own two feet, he rubbed his chin ever so slightly, looking at the crowd, then to the distance. Slightly vacant eyes were on his face, his mind struggling a slight bit to put everything in order and rationalize what he knew. He definitely knew her name, at least, what she went with publicly.. but he didn't know anything else. Literally anything else. The fear that he smelled once he asked indicated that she had something to hide.
"Revvie.. or a Marine? Either way, I'll make sure to capture you, dear Dollie..~"

With a new objective noted in his mind, one that wouldn't be forgotten with the alcohol, Marshall left on his own as well, checking a small map that he stored in one of his pockets, looking over the Remunum empire - as well as a note where he had scribbled down the ship timetables, to know which one he had to get in to go to said Remunum Empire.

Things would surely pick up from now on.
Though.. he might stop by the Pikt Arquipelago first. Heard there's treasure hidden there.