The Run Down [Alisa]

[Jess]

Let's make some history together, eh~?

Samantha Stephens

Let's see what we have to work with, hm~? Greeted by the smell of something musty and the sound of raucous laughter as well, Samantha Stephens sighed as she as she found her entrance obscured a little by a couple who were letting their passions or drinks get the better of them, and looked around herself as she lowered the hood of the cloak she had been wearing to survey her scenario carefully.
One's standard issue hive of scum and villainy, eh? The icy blue gaze washing over what was occurring within and perhaps presenting her with the chance to see how the proverbial 'other half' seemed to live, all around people seemed to be indulging their vices and apparently loving the chance to do so, and frankly the fair femme couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement for that fact.

A rough and ready lot, aren't they~? Feeling her pulse quicken a little as she spied people seeming to trade blows as others egged them on and placed wagers on the outcome, on the other side people with colourful clothing and crooked teeth seemed to be nursing their cards close to their chests and scrutinizing one another as they did so, and beyond the unreserved consumption of alcohol, that was all she could claim to observe and remain decent.
Perhaps Navi would have been better accompaniment here? This seems right up his alley… More than anything feeling that the air of the place seemed to suit at least one of their handsome trinity more than either of the others, Samantha couldn't help but feel a note of disappointment at the fact that their leading man was absent from this little excursion because frankly she would have loved to see how he thrived in a scenario like this one, but ultimately knew she was here for reasons greater than her simple curiosity and moved on without issue. After all, they had fatter fish to fry today, didn't they?

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[Alisa]

Indeed, Navi would have probably been better for this, and Alisa knew it... Unlike the breathtaking blonde at her side, the dark haired bodyguard had a hint of discomfort on her face, idly fiddling with the strap of her flattering, form fitting white top in a way that made that full, bountiful bust jostle as she grumbled aloud:



"I don't understand how you can move so freely in clothes this tight...", Alisa all but grumbled between her teeth, audible only to Samantha as she adjusted the hem of her jeans around the flare of those wide, womanly hips, tugging it just a bit higher until the fullness of her rear all but stretched out the tightness of the blue denim to its limit.



Sure, she'd gotten used to leggings easily enough when she wanted to train in the winter, but for the most part, Alisa's standard of the ideal outfit yet revolved around those traditional wano garments people wore back on dance island, much like she herself wore even now in most situations. Perhaps her life out at sea was slowly starting to change her, for she'd have probably not wore an outfit like this even with the need for a disguise firmly in her mind. Honestly, she'd have never considered the double disguise, though in her case, she admitted it might be necessary. Her traditional garb was far too distinctive in a place like this:



"Hmmmm... They must be somewhere around here...?", with the hood of her cloak for cover, the siren idly took in her surroundings as that musty smell made her nose twitch, the smell of sweat and spilled liquor distinctive in any tavern she went to, no matter its culture.





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[Jess]

Let's make some history together, eh~?

Samantha Stephens

“Teehee, did I go a size too small? They just looked so good on you, dear~” The fair fox found grinning and giggling as her cohort complained about her choice of ensemble, Samantha couldn't help but look back to the dark haired delight and narrow her eyes a little as she envisioned the outfit which she was wearing beneath their attention deflecting robes, and happily recalled the little shopping trip they had taken to help her expand her wardrobe because of that.
“My man only said he comes here around this time, so he might not be here yet?” Shaking her head a little at the urgency shown by her antsy accompaniment as to the face they sought to find within the crowd around them, the blonde belle had the experience enough in this kind of cloak and dagger situations to know that sometimes a matter of finding the right target was simply down to timing and one's patience, and continued to glance around the liveliness of their surrounding with intrigue as she led them deeper into the bar.

“Let's grab a drink and try to blend, okay~?” Winking and running her hand toward that of her junior gently as she did so both in an effort to reassure her and ensure that the younger lass stayed close to her, Miss Stephens tugged upon it to draw Alisa along with her toward the bar, and smiled to herself as she did so in spite of being unsure of whether she felt more of a big sister or something more to the earnest and impressionable lass she brought with her.
“Afternoon squire, could we get a couple of ales?” Approaching the gruff man serving the drinks soon after, perhaps the sapphire eyed siren's sense of whimsy seemed to compel her to hide that educated accent of hers with something a little more urban and appropriate for their venue, though in reality only seemed to only raise an unconvinced eyebrow by doing so. That being said the man ultimately he seems happy to take the money she presented all the same and offer them a pair of frothy mugs in exchange, their next task would be to get comfortable, and ready their eagle eyes for their prize as they did so…

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	Giggling at Alisa's complaint, she hints some of the tightness she feels might be mischief on her part. Urging Alisa to be patient, she guides her to the bar to order drinks. Choosing simple ale, she tries to fake a lower class accent, but isn't very convincing with it…

[Alisa]

"Hmmm, perhaps... Doesn't look like all the casual clothing you wear out here needs to be this tight...?", she asked, a little puzzled, merely thinking about everything she'd seen thus far. In the end, she only returned a soft smile and chimed back, "Well... I suppose one time won't hurt~"



Its not like they'd have to wait around for very long either, after all, Alisa had this distinct impression that shady men like these always seemed to have business elsewhere and would rather not be kept any longer than strictly necessary lest the authorities catch wind of it. Or whichever bigger fish they were about to sell information on:



"Might be best... Best not stand out too much with these cloaks on.", she nodded, realizing that few other people were wearing cloaks, and while they needed to conceal their identities, the fact that they were doing so defenitely rose a few eyebrows.



As such, Alisa walked over to the nearest pair of empty chairs and took a seat, accepting the hand offered, feeling her heartrate quickening a bit as she couldn't help but marvel at how soft and silky her skin felt. Stiff and decidedly uncomfortable as she sat her firm, shapely rear on the chair, Alisa stoically toughed it out as she folded both arms over the counter as she focused her attention on the blonde, arching her brow:



"So what kind of Sake do you usually have around these parts?", Alisa mused, turning her attention to the blonde, betraying just how few times she'd actually been to a bar, or at least, been to a bar without immediately leaving as soon as she got what she came for.

[Jess]

Let's make some history together, eh~?

Samantha Stephens

“Well, not you at least? Pretty girl like you might break some hearts though~?” Happy to feed the confidence of the younger lass or at least help her to understand just what she was working with, in all honesty Miss Stephens had found herself surprised since meeting alisa with how seemingly ignorant she was of the potency in her own good looks, and for that reason she couldn't help but want to help the lass buck her ideas up. After all, it did seem such a waste to not take advantage of 'talent' like that, didn't it?
“My thoughts exactly. We don't want to spook our target, do we~?” Nodding as she picked up their drinks and followed after her fellow femme toward their chosen seating, she laid out the wooden mug filled with foam and fluid for the lass to drink if she chose, before lifting her own up to sample the 'goods' and found it almost exactly as she had expected in a place like this. Sour and dry, and tasting like it had probably been fermented in the tank of a toilet.

“I'm not sure the sake around here will be much good, but… There is a place none too far away?” For that reason left to shake her head should her perky partner consider copying her act and wrinkling her nose a little as she put the offering back down, the question of her cohort about rice wine was something that seemed to stir both a smile from Samantha and also a memory of rather an enjoyable little getaway, though she suspected that the spicier elements of the latter detail might have been lost on a lass as innocent as this one.
“I spent some time there a while back, and their sake was the best outside of Wano~?” At the very least able to affirm the quality of the brewing upon the island known for its dance, which had always felt something of a humorous misnomer for the uneducated mind, though perhaps she was getting ahead of herself she couldn't help but imagine the pair of them and perhaps their scruffy third party headed toward the land of sake and silk. After all, it would be nice to see them all wearing something as fine as her friends commonly seen kimono together, right?

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	Affirming Alisa's good looks, she follows her to the seats and sips her ale, but is not impressed. Reminded of her trip to Dance Island by the talk of sake, even though it wasn't too long ago, she can't help but fancy the idea of returning if only to see her new friend in a more culturally appropriate locale…

[Alisa]

"Hmmmm... W-well, if you say so.", her cheeks gained a hint of colour at those words of praise, though perhaps used to hearing them, Alisa defenitely wasn't nearly as used to it from someone she felt such a strong connection to, with the kind of devotion a retainer would have shown to her lady, "We most certainly do not."

Grateful for the change of subject, Alisa cleared her throat and took a seat, sticking close to Sam as she looked left, then right, discreetly, but casually betraying the instincts that turned her into a capable bodyguard. That wasn't why she learned how to fight, but now that she had teammates willing to get themselves in sticky situations like these

"Oh... Genuine Sake...?", Alisa had used the term, for she'd simply learned to refer to all alcoholic beverages as such, courtesy of her Wano ancestry on Dance island. However, not even she had a chance to taste the product from Wano, after all, while she had seen it in the hands of a rare few, she was much too young and still not allowed to partake. As such, a smidge of her curiosity peered through as she folded her arms over the counter and leaned in, "Now i'm curious, I didn't think you'd find anything of the sort this far away from the old country."

[Jess]

Let's make some history together, eh~?

Samantha Stephens

“Yes indeed, certainly the best I've sampled…” Smiling as she finally seemed to find a little something over which she could bond with the brilliant beauty before her, though the two had been together for a little while now that air of innocence and inherently guarded tendency that the lass seemed to keep at all times had made it a little hard to engage in a little 'girl talk', and so she nodded as she confirmed the authenticity of their rice wine whilst also relishing the opportunity to foster a greater connection between them.
“I stopped by there a couple of adventures before I joined up with Navi, and you I suppose?” Certainly finding herself fascinated both by the exotic image which Alisa carried and the surprising mission she was carrying herself with, Miss Stephens could see that the lass had everything that was needed for her to blossom into quite the spectacular woman when given the chance, and so she was only too happy to encourage a soul who seemed a little less socially apt than herself to grow and develop, in the hopes of seeing her blossom with everything she could sense within her.

“Wore a Kimono, got in a bar fight, and most importantly tried their local brew~?” For that matter also perhaps a liar if she tried to tell a person that she didn't enjoy the chance to weave a tale as well, while Samantha had broken into her little story about her accomplishments on the island of sake she also couldn't help but savour the chance to dip into recollection and reminiscence, and perhaps brag about her antics as well.
“Very nice, I'd say. And I believe they ship it across the Blue, so hopefully we'll be able to try some in… Slightly more cultured locales~?” Guessing that she would likely have a yarn or two that was likely to impress and enthral a girl like this and both happy and willing to share them where she could, though their purpose here was largely 'business' the blonde also delighted in the chance to let loose a little with the lilac eyed young lady in a relaxed setting, and hoped that they would have more chances to repeat the more pleasurable portion of their purpose in future. After all, it was nice to have a girl she could dote on like this, wasn't it~? Like having a little sister? Well, for the most part, at least…

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Confirming her trip to Dance Island, and never for a moment seeming to realize it was to the same place her new friend came from, she relishes the chance to bond with Alisa in a more relaxed and personal setting, just the two of them. Thinking on her time in Dance fondly as well, she smiles as she recalls the trouble she got up to and more quietly who she got up to it with, and finds herself developing a (mostly) sisterly affection for the younger girl…

[Alisa]

That piqued her interest, even if alcoholic beverages wasn't something she'd been particularly interested up until now, Alisa had been slowly growing a taste for them, and just enough to recognize the good from the bad, and she knew fully well just how hard it was to get one's hands on some of the rarer brews around these vast oceans.



"I'm impressed... Not many people on the island had actually ever been to the old country. Even I haven't either.", Alisa admitted, her brow arched, amazed at how even after months of knowing her, this bewitching blonde still found ways of surprising her. Alisa leaned in ever so softly, raising one hand up to her cheek, cupping it curiously as she took in the woman's adventures with a hint of admiration, letting out a low, amused chuckle as her plush pink lips curled into a soft smile, "Fufu~... Sounds like you had fun there at the very least. Mmmm, that gives us something to look forward to at least... Maybe the next target we're hunting after will have better taste than this~?"



Brushing a loose black lock as it came loose from behind her ear, Alisa's eyes soon turned to the bartender, her breath catching in her throat as she realized... She had no clue what people around these parts order when they're trying to look normal. Instead, she shot the blonde a lopsided smile, determined to order whatever it was she ordered for herself.

[Jess]

Let's make some history together, eh~?

Samantha Stephens

“Yes… I'd rather say we are due a little trip to somewhere more cultural when our business here is done, aren't we~?” The lips of the lady at the bar curling as her companion seemed to soften and relax a little bit more into their discourse, Samantha could whole heartedly agree that they had likely earned a little bit of a treat after what they had been through getting to Baterilla and then chasing down leads while they had been here, and could find herself already seeming to cycle through a mental catalogue of venues more befitting their combination.
“All that time at sea and in places like this… Women of our calibre might need a trip to a spa to recover, or perhaps a nice beach with fruity things to drink, no~?” Certainly not the sort who was all business and especially when said business was hunting down bounties rather than the puzzles of history, while she had some irons cooking in regard to the latter the blonde certainly didn't treat her 'day job' with all that much dedication, and given the prize they were hoping to ultimately make from their current line of obstacles she sensed they would have a nice chance to take their foot off the pedal going forward.

“And that's without… Wait a second.” Far more interested in the idea of kicking back with her new comrades than she was ridding the waters of every last fool with a black banner, Miss Stephens couldn't help but smirk as she was left to consider what they could poke their gruff 'manservant' into doing while they were consumed with relaxation, but before she had the chance to spill her speculations she found those baby blue eyes being drawn to a shape and sight which had stepped through the door only a matter of seconds before.
“I think our someone special for the day has just walked in…?” Catching sight of something or more accurately someone who appeared familiar in spite of being a stranger to them but not allowing her eye line to settle for long enough to spook him, the voice of the vixen lowered as she returned her sapphire stare to the fine features of her friend and hinted at her discovery, before trying to use it to guide her partner to the task as well. After all, Alisa was the one who was looking for this guy, wasn't she? Or at the very least, someone they had heard he knew…

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	Agreeing they should head to somewhere with better taste soon, she contemplates the idea of visiting resorts, but becomes distracted by someone who walks in the door. Suspecting their target has arrived, she turns her attention back to Alisa quickly so as not to rouse suspicion, and attempts to get the girl to look to him to confirm…

[Alisa]

Alisa nodded, her smile brightening all too easily. Indeed, there were far more interesting sights to see than dive bars, something she'd yet to find any charm in. Maybe she would in a few years, once she'd fully aquired a proper taste for drinking beyond mere curiosity:

"Mmm~... Now that sounds like a much needed vacation.", she added, chuckling softly as her companion proposed a proper trip the spa, until she couldn't help but peel back ever so slightly from the counter, eyes all but fluttering shut for a brief moment as her lips curled wider, "It's been far too long since I had a chance to soak in the hot springs."

For a moment there, the swordswoman lost sight of the hustle and bustle in the tavern, a low hum leaving her lips as she thought about a pleasure she hadn't delighted in far too long, simply soaking her troubles away in piping hot water until she felt her supple body melting in that welcoming heat... Surely they had some time to wait before their target finally showed himself? She knew better than to stare, but even then she couldn't help but turn her gaze where Samantha pointed, brow arching as she added, no longer bothering to order herself a drink now that they wouldn't be here much longer:

"Oh good... Didn't even keep us waiting too long, thankfully~"

[Jess]

Let's make some history together, eh~?

Samantha Stephens

“Yeesssss, that seems like the perfect way to relax, hm~?” The corners of her mouth curling as she imagined herself and her endearing 'sister' resting in the warmth of a nice hot soak, once more Samantha found herself full of intrigue as she contemplated the enigma of her enamouring companions exotic origin, and purred as she not only confirmed the intent of the girl next to her but also found herself hoping to share such a sublime experience sooner rather than later.
“A spring might be good for Navi's leg too, I reckon?” From the sound of things and her own understanding it seeming to be just what the doctor might have ordered in more ways than one in fact, though the idea of sharing some freshly sourced steam and no doubt the spice that came with it with this young beauty was a captivating prospect in of itself the blonde belle also couldn't help but note the gift it might offer their absent number and the lingering aches he seemed to suffer, and as such was likely to be the first order of business that the beauty sought out once their current track had come to an end. For now, however, it seemed that 'work' would take precedence, unfortunately.

“Very prompt, almost gentlemanly~” Thankfully not left waiting too long however and for that reason Miss Stephens seeming to share a note of appreciation for their target along with Alisa, she couldn't help but commend the courtesy in an act that was likely more driven by accident than by design, but suited their enterprising twosome all the same.
“So, how do you want to play this? He's your mark, after all~?” Because of that the blue eyed beauty happy to keep her crisp irises angled toward their 'prize' as she asked her ally for a plan, the sultry siren knew that she could all too easily subdue him in but a moment thanks to the recently acquired gifts of hers, but wanted her fetching friend to take the lead here. After all, this was her affair first and foremost, and as such she should be calling the shots, right?

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	Feeling intrigued by Alisa's appreciation for the hot spring, she affirms her own interest, as well as notes the benefit to Navi as well. Keeping her eye on their 'punctual' prize, she waits on Alisa's decision on how to handle the introduction, keen to see how her new friend handles her business…

[Alisa]

"Mmmm, just what I was thinking~...", Alisa nodded, her smile curling wider as she subtly leaned a little further away from the counter, already relaxing as she pictured herself soaking in the hot springs the likes of which she hadn't experienced ever since she left the island... But despite her cluelessness, Alisa still wasn't so daft as to miss the effect the bodacious blonde had on the last member of their trinity, brow arching, quizzically scratching her temple as she shot a hint of concern back at her companion, "Oh i've no doubt it will, though... Are you sure he'll be alright sharing the hot springs with you?"

After all, Alisa was still used to the mixed baths she had at her hometown, but even if she wasn't... Knowing the relationship between these two, she almost imagined Sam wouldn't have it any other way. Soon however, that laid back demeanor faded as Alisa caught sight of the broker who'd come here to give them the information they needed. Looking back into Sam's eyes, Alisa nodded, a hint of that impatience peering through once more as she replied, idly adjusting her hood:

"The more longer we spend here the more time our target has to slip away.", she spoke, her brow furrowing as she remembered what she'd come here to do, peeling off her seat and cooly striding off towards the the informant, catching him just with enough free space from the crowd to speak up to the man, her tone calm but stern, leaving little doubt that she had far more important places to be and wouldn't dally her for another second if she could help it, "Hello. I believe you have something for us...?"[/color]

[Jess]

Let's make some history together, eh~?

Samantha Stephens

“Oh, he should be so lucky…” Smirking and shaking her head a little as her comely companion alluded to the company of their more curmudgeonly comrade who they had opted to leave behind, though she could well appreciate the idea of taking Mr tall, not-so-dark and thoroughly chiselled into the soothing warmth of the waters ultimately Samantha reckoned that Alisa doesn't fully grasp the full connotations of her previous statement, and sighed softly as she waved away the greater implication of having him with her in so risque a venue.
“After all, why would I waste my time with him when I can you’re your delightful company, hm~?” Showing a preference for the company of her 'little sister' for more even though she was certainly not lacking for imagination when it came to either option, she had to admit that she'd be curious about the prospect of sharing a little time in a spring with the lass and indulging a little playful skinship as she did so, as only seemed natural when a couple of gals visited the sultry spring, right?

The direct approach…? Raising her brow as she allowed her ally to take the lead with their target, she can't help but feel a note of reservation as the girl takes a stiff and perhaps overly loud approach to her task, but hardly felt surprised by it. After all, this ravishing rookie was still learning about the power of a woman's subtlety, wasn't she?

"Ah, buzz off ya brat.
I'm trying to 'ave a drink 'ere!"

Unfortunately that note of apprehension only seeming to grow however with how their contact seemed to bristle at the interruption he received, while Samantha knew he was far from the bravest or brawniest soul in the room it was quickly apparent that he fancied himself the better when dealing with a fetching lass like this one, and yet she didn't step in to aid her friend yet. After all, it felt important to measure how her cohort dealt with conflict, didn't it?

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Opting not to get too graphic with the innuendo when Alisa mentions Navi sharing the spring with her, she simply dismisses the concept by expressing a preference for an all girl experience. Letting Alisa take the lead with the mark, she feels a note of tension building with he direct approach. Clearly the man not impressed either, she is tempted to intervene, but wants to see how Alisa handles herself in the situation…

[Alisa]

"Oh, how flattering...~", a hint of colour drew on Alisa's cheeks as the blonde's ever present words of praise reached her ears... By this point, Alisa had slowly been growing used to her captivating companion's honeyed words, her eyes narrowing into a knowing, appreciating smile, barely hiding the thinly veiled hint of interest at the thought of spending some quality time in the hot springs with the blonde at her side. For reasons her inexperienced mind could scarcely even understand.

Confused, Alisa nonetheless never lost sight of what they'd come here to do as she approached the source they'd come here to meet. Alisa didn't know what manner of relationship these two might have or whether her actions would result in permanently burning one of Sammie's connections... But the man's words made her brow twitch with palpable annoyance, and the samurai woman didn't think twice. With a swift, rough motion, she grabbed the man's head and slammed it down on the table with a bang, turning the nearby patron's eyes to the two of them. Catching the man's hand heading down for his holster, the woman quickly seized his weakened wrist and wrenched it around behind her back, quickly immobilizing as she leaned in:

"I'm not here to play games...", she spoke, almost a grow, her tone cold and menacing, making it quite clear she didn't care about him any more than the information he had for them, and the longer he kept them waiting... The more she'd feel he was stalling for time, "Will you give us what we came for or do I need to cut it out of you?"

[Jess]

Let's make some history together, eh~?

Samantha Stephens

"Arrrrgghhhh!
Y-Ya d-damn…!"

Even Miss Stephens finding herself surprised when her sweet little sister turned all kinds of savoury in the space of a second or so, but certainly not disappointed either, the lips of the lady seemed to curl a little when she saw her perky protégé taking absolutely no guff from the goon they sought, and might have also ranked the howl which they seemed to elicit among one of the more satisfying ones of her career. Though sadly it seemed that not everybody seemed to feel that way either.

“Easy, easyyyy… There's no reason everyone's night has to be ruined~?” Perhaps it natural that the sound of a man in pain would stall the activity around them and in a place like this it also understandable that such a sound and sight might set some on edge, Samantha surveyed the crowd around them while she allowed her junior to continue the fine work she was doing and seemed to spy a few people reaching for weaponry, and elected to nip that in the bud both verbally and visually.

“All we want is what our friend here promised, and once we have that, we'll be on our way?” Flexing upon their 'friends' in her own way in how she did not reach for her blade but rather did something far more significant to impress and intimidate the souls around her, the form of the fair femme seemed to warp around the edges for a moment as her body transformed from flesh to fog and told everyone in the hand they were biting off more than they could chew if they thought of revealing steel, and seemed to do a rather good job of selling that point, in fact. “We can all forget we ever ran into each other, can't we~?” Most seeming to recognise the potential of a rather potent devil fruit ability and others simply unnerved by the strangeness of her form as a low mist washed across the room like a tide, faces seemed to glance among one another and then take a step back as the mob seemed eager on letting someone else take the first stab at a lass with a logia, and none among them had the courage to follow through on such an invitation.

"F-Fine, just… Just ease off, alright?
I'll tell you what yaw wanna know… It's about dem bloody suns, right?"

Thankfully it seeming that their contact was also offered encouragement to cooperate by either the pain that her purple haired peach inflicted or the knowledge that no one would be too keen to help him now, all he could do was shake his head and struggle against the grip of the stunning samurai before resigning himself to his fate, or perhaps more accurately theirs. I mean, the girls were controlling the room now, weren't they?

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	Their mark wailing at his treatment, the room seems to feel a hint of desire to help him out, which Samantha warily spots. Opting to remind them of the consequence of intervention, she flexes her logia powers a little, and 'calms' the people around them through intimidation. The combination seeming to urge their mark to cooperate, he asks for mercy, and begins his story…