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[chicken_kun]

Who: Bartolomeo and YOU
What: Bartolomeo has decided to rebuild his East Blue criminal empire and is looking for a few good men, women, fishmen, pokemon, etc. And by good he means bad because good men will stop him. At least, they can try.
Where: primarily Genessia and Fayren
When: July 20-28 pick a day any day
Warnings: Bartolomeo is vulgar and violent and even if he doesn't do anything he'll certainly talk about it.

[For a couple of days Bartolomeo roamed around checking out each of the cities through the archways, and he learned two important things rather quickly. One, he needed to get Namur back for telling him to go to Everglade. Two, it was clear that he could do quite well for himself by revisiting his former occupation. Before he became a pirate. It's only been two years, he's still got the knack. There did seem to be enough petty thugs and hoodlums running around that really could benefit from a boss, but the trouble was getting them to sit still and listen to a stranger who didn't necessarily know all the ins and outs of their world yet. Not that it would stop Barty from attempting to recruit, but he had to go about this some other, better way.

In Genessia he mostly skulks around looking for interesting things. Alleys where delinquents gather. Seedy hotels. Blind spots where police and guardians aren't paying attention. Or are they? Despite his 7 feet of flamboyant appearance, Bartolomeo doesn't necessarily appear to be up to anything suspicious, but once in a while he'll do something obnoxious like press his nose up against a restaurant window and make faces at the people trying to eat, smear a booger on a lamppost, or casually take an unattended purse and rifle through it.

Okay, maybe that last one is more than a little suspicious, even though he doesn't seem bothered by the woman beating on his arms to get him to let go and give it back.]

What? I'm just lookin' for a hankie. Ooh, the money here is super-pretty, look at all of that...

[Meanwhile, in Fayren, there is the sea. Ooh, Barty could get to like it here. It's a little less sophisticated than even Loguetown or Dressrosa, but not by much. It feels a little more like home, and he finds the small-fry criminals a lot more to his liking. Crueler, quicker to act, less likely to whine about it. Here, he's less wary of law enforcement and has a good time approaching anyone who looks like they'd provide him with a good time.]

Oi, you. Yeah, you. What would you think of runnin' with a guy like me for a bit, huh? I'm sure the money's gotta be good if we'd just stick together. What do you think?

[In both places, he can be approached for confrontations or negotiations. Should he be stopped before he offends again, or is it more fun to egg him on? Should he be taken in before he can actually start stealing and threatening, or does that kind of racket sound right up your alley? Or, hey, is this some new wannabe crime boss horning in on your turf? As far as Bartolomeo is concerned, there are five towns ripe for the picking. He's narrowed it down to two for a headquarters for his gang. Now, to recruit some like-minded ruffians!

It can be any day between July 20 and 28, whenever and wherever.]

Comments

[swordprincess]

[Karla's taking a casual stroll down the streets of Genessia City when she witnesses the frankly hideous man rummaging through the woman's purse while she's struggling to get it back from him. As a Deputy Guardian, she just can't let this stand. So she calmly approaches him, one hand gripping the sheath of her sword. She doesn't draw it yet, but she holds on to the sheath to warn the pirate that she has it.]

Excuse me. You would do well to return the lady's purse to her.

[chicken_kun]

Huh?

[oh look at the adorable girl coming to tell him what to do. Bartolomeo grins, but it's less dangerous than usual]

Aw, c'mon, I was just looking to see if she had a handkerchief to borrow.

[he doesn't quite give it back, but he does drop his hands to his sides. The woman can reach her purse now, but his grip is more firm than it looks and she's left just yanking on it, trying to get it free. Barty squares his shoulders and studies the girl with the sword, showing now the tanto stuck in his belt]

What's the matter, gonna make me?

[swordprincess]

[She takes a few steps closer, her expression still firm. She's clearly not afraid of the tanto in his belt.]

I could lend you a handkerchief if you give the purse back. Otherwise, I will make you.

[chicken_kun]

[HMMM. Teach the girl a lesson about making threats or play along?

Ehhhhh...

Barty loosens his grip just enough to let the woman snatch her purse back and beat feet out of there]

Good, because I really gotta blow my nose.

[swordprincess]

[Her expression softens a bit as the woman takes her purse and runs. Then Karla approaches carefully, pulling a handkerchief from under her sash and holds it out to him. Her other hand is still on her sheath, though.]

Here you go.

[chicken_kun]

[hopefully Karla doesn't want that hankie back because...well, have you ever seen someone with a nose ring blow their nose?

Snot. Everywhere.

But at least Barty was sincere, he really did have to blow it.]

Ahhhhh much better. Thanks, shortie. [here, want it back?]

[swordprincess]

[She twists her mouth, stepping back. No, she doesn't want it back.]

You can keep it. You might want to take that thing out of your nose, however. It might be a little cleaner that way.

Genessia: Sycamore

[justicereigns]

[Smoker's garage is open, and he's using what little is left of the afternoon daylight to chip away on motorcycle commissions.]

[He's also got some Jazz blasting, and occasionally whistling along.]

[Best worst cop.]

[His ears perk at the skulking punk and he lowers the sunglasses (hey he has a migraine, shut up) to glare over at Barty.]

Still keeping your nose clean?

[HE HAS HIS DOUBTS.]

[chicken_kun]

[Barty knows he ought to pay more attention to where people live and work and stuff, but eh. These days are for exploring! So when he hears that familiar voice coming from the depths of the garage, he stops short, spins on his heel, and then eases up to lean against the open doorway.

'Sup Smoker. His hair's probably a lot bigger than you remember.]

Oh, you know. More or less.

[a lot less, handkerchief incident excepted]

This what's keeping you busy these days? Man. How the mighty have fallen.

[justicereigns]

[Pretty much, but the hair is the only thing. Smoker also has ten times the scars. Including a pretty nasty one down his face which is why the migraines and sunglasses.]

[He just snorts, rolls his eyes, and goes back to work.]

I've always enjoyed this, idiot. Just as a hobby before. I thought working on this shit instead of trying to keep morons like you out of robot police's hair might be good for my health, and their upkeep.

[Something like that. He was also testing fate.]

[But don't think he'll just let anything go under his watch.]

[chicken_kun]

[he tosses back his head and cackles]

Guess things aren't so cut and dried when you don't have any authority around here, eh? Heheh! Don't you worry, I haven't gotten in anyone's hair yet. [yet] Just takin' a nice little stroll on a nice day.

[sure, it's damn hot, but looking cool is all about not caring about the sweat running down your back under that long coat]

[justicereigns]

I could. [Arches eyebrow.] But it's one of the few times I think others have got it handled.

So far.

[STARES AT AGAIN.]

[YEAH HE MEANS SEEING HOW THEY HANDLE YOU.]

[SINCE HE MISTAKENLY ASSUMED OTHERS WOULD STOP YOU IN YOUR TRACKS FOREVER AGO...]

[And clearly no.]

[chicken_kun]

So far. [so much gloating in that fangy grin] Which means either I haven't done shit, or they're not as good at their jobs as you'd like to think, eh?

[no, really, he hasn't done anything besides being a nuisance, but he'll let Smoker contemplate that]

25th

[ironforged]

[he stares, spoon raised halfway to his mouth. There... there is a ...thing staring at him through the window. No... a man... but someone that looks like he stepped out of some surreal post-apocalyptic punk movie... Or like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles villain. One of the two.

Was.. that a booger he was smearing over the glass? Joseph felt a little ill]

[chicken_kun]

[look at the look he's getting in return. Success. This is all Barty ever wants out of life.

So he ups the ante, and pulls one eyelid down, waggling his tongue at the guy who regretfully made eye contact with him]

[ironforged]

[perhaps not direct eye contact. Joseph tries to avoid that whenever possible. Yet he can't help looking at this guy who is practically right by his elbow. And the...the snot is still there...

Full body shudder]

I'm uh...trying to eat...

[chicken_kun]

EHHHH?

[he heard something through the glass but this is Bartolomeo, he has to be a shit]

Whatcha eatin'?

[ironforged]

[This guy was loud enough to be heard through a few windows, Joseph was sure.

Why him?]

Stew... [he holds up a spoonful. And then... trying to be diplomatic]

Could...you stand somewhere else?

[chicken_kun]

[yes, yes he is]

Ehhhh? What's the matter, am I blockin' your sun or something?

27th

[orangeoutlaw]

[As someone who sails beneath his brother, it's far beneath Barty to ruffle through someone's purse. But since he probably doesn't know any other kind of way, Ace will go easy on him and pop him hard on the head with his fist]

Bad.

[chicken_kun]

OW!

[Barty instantly drops the purse, whose owner scoops it up and gets the hell out of there. He cringes for a second, covering the lump on his head, and turns to snarl at whoever dared to get the drop on him...

...OH SHIT ACE-SAMA]

Uh. Hi.

[orangeoutlaw]

[uh. hi is right. He glances at the fleeing woman and then jerks his head at Barty.]

We better catch up.

[niisama has got to teach you manners. You'd better run alongside unless you want manners the hard way]

[chicken_kun]

Whaaaaa?

[but but Ace-sama...okay. Although, the poor girl seems to be even more flustered now that it looks like these two brigands are chasing her. Oops.]

[orangeoutlaw]

[damn she can run fast]

Oi! Oi lady wait!

[but she doesn't seem to want to wait. Damnit. How is he going to teach manners if she gets away]

Barty! Take that alley and go cut her off!

[chicken_kun]

Right!

[internally: KYAAAAAAAAAA

But he still mans himself long enough to jog to the side and dart down an alley. If she turns a corner, any corner, she'll run smack into him]