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Desperation in an attempt to obtain Glory

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The marine in front of his feet would collapse after the hit was connected, 'Grown, have you?' Jester spoke while he placed the tip of his spear on the ground, ready to restart motion had the situation called for it. Jester moved away from the staircase as he was being spoken to, from a fair distance. With nobody being around as far as he could notice, the lights of the room were quite bright once he got to near the center of the room. A few meters away from the man who spoke. 'Work with you?' A sly grin shown, Jester had just defeated a marine soldier in front of his eyes and this man seemed unfazed. It was almost as if he had met someone completely different from the time at the bar.

You can have anything you want down there with my help, except one item.

‘I see; what is it that you desire down there then?’ Jester questioned, his playful mood calmed down and his true smugness was shown. Whatever it was down there, this guy wouldn't mind getting it if it meant dying. ‘Very well; I shall assist you in this matter on the basis of: I receive a portion of the treasury that's down there; and I want a favor. You see, I'm trying to expand my reputation and want to sail to the grandline at one point; issue is ... I don't have a ship, or crew to navigate me.’ Jester used the key-word - reputation - as to seem as if he was a marine but wasn't. All he wanted was a trip or rather a ticket to the grandline had this guy owned a ship with competent crew. ‘Grant me that favor, and my aid shall be yours. Do note, if I notice that the fight is literally unwinnable, I will flee. This means that when you get incapacitated, or rather if you get incapacitated and whatever help you might have brought along I will flee the scene; surely I might attempt to drag you out with me if I can but I won't promise doing so if it entails jeopardizing my own life.’

Jester explained, as soon as he was done talking the other man seemed to start talking as well, Jester assumed that he also would react to what he had to say thus took a slight pause. ‘That guy is dead, his pulse stopped as soon as my spear pierced his heart.’ Jester lied; but, if the off-duty marine didn't believe him he would consider it as a sign of mistrust. This was more so a test set up by Jester; if he approached the marine and made sure he was dead then Jester would not trust this person and consider abandoning him, trust in this situation was valuable, and the incapacitated marine on the ground would be the perfect test. ‘So go ahead then, and tell me what your plan is.’ Jester spoke, all the while the guy was still some meters away from him; and nobody else had entered the room. Jester was a cautious person; it would be difficult to get him to drop his guard as much as the marine who laid on the ground did. There was a mention of an item, there were a few very valuable items on the world; only a few that Jester knew of.

Since he lacked the historic knowledge it was not exactly clear to him just yet what devil fruits exactly were. The sound of fighting could still be heard from the staircase; it didn't seem as if it was going to cease at any point soon, the sounds inside the room were clearly audible. The hollow architecture made sounds bounce of walls in an efficient way, echoing them. Jester reached into his pocket with the hand that was free and grabbed a fag, lightning up by using the torch in the center of the room he would inhale and exhale - as if the cliche came to him he spoke; ‘They call him the big bad, as in the big bad wolf. His teeth are neon black and he carries a large weapon; he seems aware enough of people trying to backstab him; he's quite ansy, tall and fat. The rumor, among revolutionaries is that he has some fruit that enables him to lick vagina’ That's all that Jester knew about this mans personality; maybe that helped the guy make a better plan. He was unaware that him licking vagina was a joke among Revolutionaries. The ol' tongaroo lickaroo figaroo. ‘The name is Jester, what is yours?’


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"I just want.... what that big baddy is after, for myself. Selfish...yes.. but I think I deserve the most valuable possession of this Kingdom." Derous would say, his sights not swaying from Jester. Yes, Derous had a bit of trust with the man, but not all of it. He withheld some just because he couldn't bring himself to trusting someone he barely knew, or anyone in this world for that matter. His facial expressions or way of speaking wouldn't delude that though, as Derous was superb at keeping his true motives hidden.

Derous would go into his left pocket, with his left hand, and pull out a few things. The objects that he pulled out where easily able to fit within his, abnormally large, hands. Derous would then hold his left hand out to reveal the items, "I will not hold it against you to value your life, more than mine, as I will do the same. Passage into the grand line though, is something. Something I don't think I can give you at this time. As I do, indeed, have a suitable vessel. But, most of my crew will die today. So, if you can wait. I believe, I should have a competent enough crew to take us to the Grandline. " Derous spoke; still watching his partner as he did so. Why he said all of that first though, instead of telling his plan, was to get things clear and understood. Just as Jester said he will flee if the fight proved unwinnable, Derous felt the same way. They weren't fighting for something at stake here, not at all. This fight was going to be just for pure greed, nothing more.

Those that have died today mean't nothing to Derous, and he felt jester felt the exact same way. Though, he didn't really care for how the other felt. "Okay, I will just report that he died doing something honorable." Derous would then, proceed to explain his plan, finally. "So, in my hand. I have this small golf-ball sized green ball, along with that I have a piece of gum. Both aren't ordinary at all. One is a extremely toxic poison that will kill those within it with long enough exposure. Whilst the gum is the only antidote. I have more than one of these and would like you to take theses two. What my plan is... is to simply... kill the guy and take what I want or leave with my life." Derous, plan was great. Yes, it may not have any real details but what details were needed? Derous, from jester's information, knew a great deal already of what to do.

The pussy licking Rev was most likely a close quarters combatant, wielding a large weapon and along with that had a nasty mouth. Something Derous needed to stay away from. Whenever Jester took the two items, or refused to, Derous would put his hands back at his side.

Derous, was ready to move at any time. The sounds resonating from the staircase were getting him excited, as he thought his men had all perished. But this notice was evidence he could still enter the fighting, and with a greater chance of not being noticed. One thing was for sure though; he didn't expect to hear anyone but an enemy to come up the staircase, if someone did.

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