Pit Stop (O)

[VINCENT H. COLE]

It was a rather good day for sailing our on the blues, the wind was strong but not to strong, the sun was out but some how the temperature managed to stay at warm but not hot. The sea itself was calm, only real waves were those pushed in by the wind. It was truly the best day to be on the sea, but Vincent was not on the sea, he was on this island. For you see he had run out of leads to fallow, so after making his way to this town cloak in toe he wanted to find another lead, something that would give him a heading. It was after all a trade centered town, and information was a very wanted commodity so someone around these part had to have it. I mean you went to Loguetown to meet other pirate and you went to places like this to get information.

Although if nothing came from this little down his next trip would not be for more information but to find a crew. It was something he both want and now needed to find. A crew is kind of a requirement for making the trip from the blues to the grained line or farther. Although he did plan on going there as he knew full well that there were likely going to be some of the most powerful devil fruit there. But he wanted to make sure he left no stone on turn in the blues. Heck he had even ran into the odd person with devil fruit, but there powers were sub par at best, and and after a week or two with them strapped to his operating table he found some interesting information, but not much. Most were just lucky he let them live.

Nonetheless he was hear now, a place he had only be a couple other times and from those times it gave him some of his best leads, he would have came back sooner but he like people thinking he was a fresh face, they were always more talkative to a kid they though was just starting out in this whole world and was til a little wet behind the ears so to speak. He was more the happy to play into that leading the conversation as he did getting more information out of them then they intended to give and it not costing him a beli. "Now who is the perfect target to get me my new lead quick and let me get on some young guns ship who is just itching to enjoy the weather the right way, on the sea. He though aloud, not really caring who hurt him, manly because he had not spotted anyone and even if there was someone what could they do. He then headed for he town, to start his fun.

[CORNELIUS BISHOP]

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[atrb=style, background-color:#eee; max-width:360px; ] Disastrous... The entire trip thus far had been a disastrous expedition, and yet Cornelius had no intention of turning tail, and going back home. Not even as he sat outside, scrunched down against his knees feeling the need to hurl a vast majority of his organs, and entrails out into the open. It had been nearly two weeks since they had set sails, and now the man had finally reached his first of many destinations before he finally would return to his homeland. Two weeks back this man had commissioned a marine vessel fully stocked with crew, and supplies to sail him out of the Grand Line, and tour around the four Blues. Needless to say it had been a rough ride... No that was an understatement. The trip past the reaches of both the Grand and Red Lines had been a hellish journey with one a many sailors demanding to call off this little vacation despite them taking the Marine's safe passages. During this fun little right, Cornelius discovered something about himself that he never knew.... He got sea-sick relatively easy. Spending a vast majority of the trip hanging over the side of the boat letting every meal he had ever eaten flee into the sea, there had been a few times Cornelius decided to turn back. All this had been to escape an uneasiness the man had felt suddenly one night, as if some ill-fate awaited him in his homeland that he needed to escape at all costs. But just who was this man? Who in their right mind could actually afford to commission one of the Navy's great ships along with a crew ran by a Rear Admiral. Cornelius Zane Bishop.... King Cornelius Zane Bishop, that's who. The very man who ran the Alabasta Kingdom of Sandy Island. The very man who currently was breathing heavily with his whole body trembling ready to lurch forward, and allow all of his stomach;s contents fall upon his own shoes. Ignoring his bodily ailments, Cornelius had chosen this island for the first stopping point due to it being a known traders' paradise; albeit if not a small one. He believed that it was that diamond amongst the coal of the sea where he could find certain valuables to replace heirlooms that had recently been destroyed in his palace. Well destroyedby the King himself during a little tantrum. Throwing up had seemed to be the answer here, it had been what detoured a few of the marines escorting him from around the island, and had warded off a few traders who spotted the shiny object peaking out from his coat beside him. Said shiny object from at least from the Trader's view point seemed to be a moderately sized gold, or gold plated hoop of some kind. The man sat slightly more well dressed than those around him, sporting a pair of silky black trousers that matched perfectly with the light ebony jacket that lay beside him. While his upper body lay hidden behind a pale blue button up dress shirt. Believing his strength had finally returned, the blonde man slowly rose to his feet, and walked forward only to ram right smack into Vincent's backside; his own ailment being enough to neither notice, or hear the other man. Of course the impact was enough to rattle his weakened stomach, and send it into turmoil. Without a second thought, Cornelius gripped the other man's shoulder, and allowed his stomach to empty once more just barely missing the backside of the man he had just grabbed to steady himself. Cornelius; King of Alabasta, and King of First Impressions. Who didn't love nearly being thrown up on? tag

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[VINCENT H. COLE]

This town was a rather small, but just full of life, all these people just may be able to help him, but which of these people would it be is the problem. Although before he could do much of anything the felt something strike his back. It appeared that his first encounter in the town was not going to be very useful. Soon after the bump Vincent realized that things were about to get much worse when he heard the sound he hated. He heard this person throwing up, The fu... He could not even finish his though before he heard the splat of throw-up on the ground. This made him jump forward a bit and quickly cover his nose, Well there goes the rather good he was having. He felt close to throwing up himself after all of that, but he was able to keep his lunch down. But he was not going to take this sitting down. Nobody was going to get away with this, he trade to throw up on him.

So with a quick flick of his right wrist his blade was out and ready to carve up this fool. He then turned around his left hand still over his nose keeping as much of the smell as he could away from his nose. He was pretty annoyed and had killed for far less then this when he got imitated. But as his eyes lay upon this man he noticed something, he was not any ordinary man. He seemed to be wearing things of a finer class then most anyone he had seen in a long time. Not only that but it appeared that he was brought in by the navy, whom he saw just over this mans shoulder. Lastly this man looked seasick, an ailment not to common around the centers of trade in the sea. Yep this man was not just some nobody he was someone with money to his name, and perhaps power.

This meant two things, first he could not kill him, he had the navy at his back and being from money he new someone would miss him. Also that he could be a very good friend, friends with money and power were just the types of people Vincent loved to know. So with that he quickly took his hand off his mouth to push his blade back into its spring loaded holder before this man hopefully saw it and threw on a smile. "Well now someone seams pretty new to the sea" He said with a slight friendly chuckle, it was game time and he was going to use his sliver tongue on this man and bleed him dry of everything he could. But first he needed to charm the man, hopefully that would not get to bothersome.

[CORNELIUS BISHOP]

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[atrb=style, background-color:#eee; max-width:360px; ] The stench. Cornelius was sure that the stench of puke would never leave his memory, or his body despite no matter how much the king would scrub himself clean. Rendered to a state where he was breathing heavily; throat burning with each breath as the man stood hunched over feeling as if he'd topple over at any moment. Perhaps even worse then the stench, was having to remain hunched over starring at the puddle of his own making; the greenish yellow hue being a disgusting miniature sun beaming at him. Well now someone seams pretty new to the sea. Oh really? And just what was Cornelius' current bench post's first guess at this? "Isn't that the most obvious statement of the year..." No, he was just so experienced with the sea that sailing through it got him so excited that he just couldn't keep himself from meeting his lunch, and meals before once more. Cause those old salty sea dogs you heard about were always throwing up with joy at being at sea. Taking a deep breath, Cornelius rose to his full height attempting to stand without having to rely on the other man for support of any kind. He'd come to regret this sooner than the King could possibly imagine as his stomach violently lurched upwards as if trying to escape his body by climbing up his throat. "I swear never again.... I will never sail again." Of course he'd have to sail again if he wished to return to his kingdom unless Cornelius suddenly grew both gills, and dared to swim his way back to Sandy Island. A trembling grin came with the realization of that if he wished to return home then he'd have to endure days on end of nothing but losing both his lunch, and dinner, and even his breakfast. Suddenly he snapped backwards, and withdrew his hand from Vincent's person as he stumbled a bit before gaining some bizarre form of balance. "Who are you, and why do you dare to touch me?!" Well.... Technically it was Cornelius who was touching Vincent, but hell it was always easier to blame other people for things. The look on the man's face hinted as if he thought coming into physical contact with the other man was almost as disgusting as touching his own vomit. Perhaps Vincent would have been better off keeping his blade out, and slicing the King's throat, as Cornelius wasn't known to be the friendliest of people.

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[VINCENT H. COLE]

This man was becoming rather annoying, not only the kind of man who could not take the kindness of others well but someone who seemed to be mad at Vincent for almost getting puked on. But Vincent had his eyes on the money that this guy could have to he would put up with this spoiled rich boy routine. Although Vincent was that rich boy once himself so he understand how one can get that way, but he was able to grow up on the sea and not needing to get used to the sailing of them. This man was not so lucky and from the looks of thing he needed to find away to move away from the puke or his new friend would make the puddle just a little bigger. This man also found himself using Vincent as support, and for some reason didn't like it as he seemed to get mad at Vincent for allowing it all to happen.

This all almost made Vincent laugh, but he was able to keep it to just a smile, it was no every day he got to meet someone who thinks so highly of themself that just touching him was an honor. But he could just roll with it, and as a doctor he could maybe make a friend out of this man by giving him a nice pill to take away his sea fairing ills. "I am so sorry my man, I was just trying to help you as clearly you are having a bad run of things" He said acting sorry trying to play to what this man was used to, people kissing his ass all the time. "If you will allow me, I would like to help you out, perhaps frist by setting your unrule stomach with a bit of ginger ale. I know a great local pub that should have some in stock, if you would be so kind as to allow me to help you sir."

He was really laying everything on thick, he did hope he was not going to far and make it seem as though he was just a little to obvious about his lie. But if this man was the kind of guy he though he was, he would be happy to have someone his high and mighty ass like he thinks it should. "I feel I should let you know that I a doctor and just might have a couple pills to make travel a little nicer for you, but will take more at the bar." He now just had to with for his golden goose to step into his trap.

[CORNELIUS BISHOP]

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[atrb=style, background-color:#eee; max-width:360px; ] An Asshole. Cornelius was never very good with first impressions with most people coming to the conclusion that he was nothing sure of being a complete, and utter asshole. Though true be told, he pretty much was an ass. The man was the epitome of arrogance; believing himself to be a perfect creature that others should be in awe of, and feel blessed just to be in his presence. Blame his up bringing for this as the King had been raised to believe that he came from the bloodline of the Celestial Dragons; beings who were so glorious that they couldn't be bothered to be breathing the same air as commoners. Cornelius' thought process split away from this as he believed that if he was such a pristine being then he should allow others to feel blessed by breathing the same air as he. The sea sickness completely ruined this belief... Saying he felt horrible was a sheer understatement; the man felt like his stomach had become a gymnast as it did countless flips, and somersaults throughout his insides. Then there was his skin... Oh god, his skin. Cornelius didn't know if it was just his case, or if this was how generally every sick person felt, but his skin felt like this slimy crawling creature attached to him. At this moment touching other people just felt so godawful that personally he'd rather just be shot rather than have to endure another minute of this. With a deep labored breath, Cornelius forced his body to stand straight up, and kept his shining bright blue eyes locked onto the man's own eyes as he squawked about being a doctor, and such and such. It wasn't Vincent himself that was irritating the King, but rather his own blasted ailment just made everything so buggering annoying. At the moment the only thing that seemed to register with Cornelius' mind was that this man was a doctor, and that he was offering something to help. "If you can rid me of this blasted sickness then I'll follow you to where-ever. It better be just a drink, and pills you plan to deliver, and not some 'natural' remedy such a swallowing something alive."Oh, god. In their right mind, some people may see Vincent as a slightly shady individual, and surely wouldn't go trotting along to where he wanted to take them. The thing was... Cornelius wasn't in the right state of mind at the moment, as the only thing he currently cared about was getting better not how someone may wish to steal, or kidnap a royal, or even worse attempt to kill him. Humorously the only thing that was a real concern to the King at the moment was if he really was gonna be treated to pills, and ginger, or a more bizarre natural remedy. God only knew back in Alabasta, as a child his father was more in favor of old age remedies such as devouring a scorpion for increased vitality, or crushing lizard bones into a fine powder to inhale for a sore throat. Cornelius had literally out grown those kinds of practices, and would jump at any sort of miracle pill that anyone would give him which surely wasn't the best of practices. Hell, he'd take rat poison if someone promised it'd cure a head, which of course it would, and he'd never have another headache again... If you catch my dift...

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[VINCENT H. COLE]

This guy was really something else, he had been a spoiled kid at one point or another but he was never like this. He seemed far to trusting of a stranger, sure this helped him move his plans up extremely fast. But it was going to be a little less interesting and it also made Vincent even more curious just who this man was. What man could logically act the way this man did, sure rich people are up tight and most of the time rude but this was a bit much. Or it could have been that this man didn't take well to being sick, almost like a small child would. Either way he would be watching this man, making sure he knew the best way to act around him and hopefully ending up in a good way with him.

Nonetheless he needed to get away from this mess and let someone else worry about the vomit. "Well then if you would like to fallow me we will see about getting your stomach well enough so we can talk about helping you long term. He then turn and starting heading towards a nearby bar that served non-alcoholic drinks. This was a rather rare find in port towns. It was a rather small bar, and at this point in the day there was barely a soul in the place, as most regulars were sleeping off there night before and all the new comers were likely not to be setting anchor. It was just the right place for him to use his meany talents with words to find out what he could about this man and figure out whether he would just rob him blind or use him as a connection later on in his quest.

The walk was fairly quick to the bar as it was only about a block into the town, the bar was nothing more then a little whole in the wall that most people who was not from here would likely have missed it. He lead them both into this bar, and took them to a nice little table that the two of them could sit down and talk. He allowed his new friend to sit as he ordered the drinks for them both, his normal cola for him and the ginger ail for his new friend. "Well sir I hope the drink helps you out a bit, you look like really need it" He chuckled a bit as he said that before going on "I am Vincent, who may I ask are you sir?"