Post by Burgundy on Dec 5, 2021 20:41:19 GMT -5
A town built atop a town atop a town. Known for its prolific Shipwrights, Water Seven saw an upbeat atmosphere on this day. With the fading of the Aqua Laguna season, it was a convenient time at which to schedule certain big events. Not every event was necessarily on the up-and-up, however, with a decently strong marine presence on the island, it took a little planning on the end of the host in such cases.
For instance, tonight, there was a gathering of many the big faces in the black market underworld. To sidestep the authorities, a wealthy citizen 'beyond reproach' was bribed into hosting the event upon a gigantic vessel. A mansion built upon a galleon, which floated on the outskirts of Water Seven. There were a few reasons for this choice of location: The first and primary reason was insurance. The prolific shipwrights of Water Seven could patch this gigantic vessel up in the case of a catastrophic party. Additionally, the Sea Train could convey guests from all across the Grand Line to one hub, where they could rent out specially trained Yagara Bulls to ferry them to the event.
This event was a huge gathering, with countless big shots. The biggest shot of them all was the host, Tristan 'Big Business' Landry, a giant of a man, rendered untouchable by the law thanks to his connections which stretched throughout the criminal underworld. A network like his own was the sort of thing a simple salary man like Lawrence could only dream of.
But on the Grand Line, dreams were meant to come true one way or another. Lawrence put in the work, and his reward was an invitation to the invite-only event, and a chance to tap into a massive criminal network. He fully expected to run out of business cards today, even though he brought extras.
A suit and tie was his usual formality level, but even for himself, he was wearing an especially nice suit. Alongside this suit, he brandished a small ruby red mask of plastic. Truly a black tie masquerade, which was the theme of the event at hand. Though the event itself wasn't necessarily a Ball, the theme was Masquerade, in homage to the sheer scale of the event, and also perhaps part of the deal which Big Business bribed from the wealthy citizen who allowed this event to happen. Whether Tristan himself or the citizen were responsible for this theme remained unclear even as Lawrence eyeballed the invitation he held in his free hand.
Having just dismounted the Rental Yagara and ridden the pully system up to the deck, the suited sailor would walk towards the front of the manor. He was stopped by formally-clad guards with red jackets and tall hats, who gestured and spoke, "Invitation, please."
Lawrence would read the name at the top of the invitation, the individual it was meant for instead of himself. "Henrik Kirch," he would say to them, passing the invite to the gesturing guard. "The guard would cross-check the invitation list to the name on the invite, and nod. With a wave, the large front door of the mansion would be opened from inside.
Lawrence took the invite back and walked inside, the high society atmosphere washing over him like an all-too-familiar wave of nostalgia. No, not nostalgia... Dread? Evil was in the air, but that was simply to be expected. With a mask over his cheekbones, he was sure to be unrecognizable.
For instance, tonight, there was a gathering of many the big faces in the black market underworld. To sidestep the authorities, a wealthy citizen 'beyond reproach' was bribed into hosting the event upon a gigantic vessel. A mansion built upon a galleon, which floated on the outskirts of Water Seven. There were a few reasons for this choice of location: The first and primary reason was insurance. The prolific shipwrights of Water Seven could patch this gigantic vessel up in the case of a catastrophic party. Additionally, the Sea Train could convey guests from all across the Grand Line to one hub, where they could rent out specially trained Yagara Bulls to ferry them to the event.
This event was a huge gathering, with countless big shots. The biggest shot of them all was the host, Tristan 'Big Business' Landry, a giant of a man, rendered untouchable by the law thanks to his connections which stretched throughout the criminal underworld. A network like his own was the sort of thing a simple salary man like Lawrence could only dream of.
But on the Grand Line, dreams were meant to come true one way or another. Lawrence put in the work, and his reward was an invitation to the invite-only event, and a chance to tap into a massive criminal network. He fully expected to run out of business cards today, even though he brought extras.
A suit and tie was his usual formality level, but even for himself, he was wearing an especially nice suit. Alongside this suit, he brandished a small ruby red mask of plastic. Truly a black tie masquerade, which was the theme of the event at hand. Though the event itself wasn't necessarily a Ball, the theme was Masquerade, in homage to the sheer scale of the event, and also perhaps part of the deal which Big Business bribed from the wealthy citizen who allowed this event to happen. Whether Tristan himself or the citizen were responsible for this theme remained unclear even as Lawrence eyeballed the invitation he held in his free hand.
Having just dismounted the Rental Yagara and ridden the pully system up to the deck, the suited sailor would walk towards the front of the manor. He was stopped by formally-clad guards with red jackets and tall hats, who gestured and spoke, "Invitation, please."
Lawrence would read the name at the top of the invitation, the individual it was meant for instead of himself. "Henrik Kirch," he would say to them, passing the invite to the gesturing guard. "The guard would cross-check the invitation list to the name on the invite, and nod. With a wave, the large front door of the mansion would be opened from inside.
Lawrence took the invite back and walked inside, the high society atmosphere washing over him like an all-too-familiar wave of nostalgia. No, not nostalgia... Dread? Evil was in the air, but that was simply to be expected. With a mask over his cheekbones, he was sure to be unrecognizable.