"Old man. What are you doing?" Someone would say as they would stand over Geryon, who had passed out. The sound of the lads voice woke Geryon up imminently though, but he didn't respond to him. Why? Was simply because Geryon didn't have a reason to respond to them, he wasn't in the wrong. Actually, he was just in an alley next to a few trash cans. Getting some much needed shade from the heat of Alabasta. Currently, he was within RainBase, but had been separated from the group he came here with. Where they were he didn't know, nor really cared. The young Lad though wouldn't move though, but speak again.
"Didn't you hear me you drunk? What are you doing?" He would ask the same question gain it seemed, but Geryon wouldn't answer. But look around at his surroundings. There were a bunch of guys behind this lad, and some more at the other end of the entrance of the alley. Both ends seemed to be blocked off for some reason, and that was strange. What did they even want from Geryon, he was just a old man. He didn't have anything. Wait, he did have something. His bag was full of beli, having gotten this from that guy in the desert.
"What do yah want?" Geryon would ask realizing that he needed to get out of here, he didn't want to give up this Beli to a bunch of punks. He wanted to spend this on the casino and some booze, like any man his age. Geryon didn't want to wait for an answer though and would try to just walk past them, but would be stopped. Geryon would sigh as he knew what they wanted know, they wanted his belongings. But, he knew this was all his fault. The other reason he ended up here was because of him throwing around beli last night. Honestly, they should've just robbed him while he was passed out. "So you guys want what I have?"
"No, we aren't petty thieves. Bandits, or Pirates. We are simply here to collect what you owe, as there is a toll when coming to Rainbase. And well, old man, you seem to have neglected to pay that toll. So, just hand over all you have. You kind look like my Grandfather, so I don't want to hurt you." The guy would say as he would reveal that he had an flintlock pistol at this side. Others would also begin to brandish their weapons, as well as say similar things that the young lad said first. In the eyes of Geryon they were doing to much for a Old man like him, but it was whatever.
"Sure, but you have to take it." Geryon would say with a cheeky smile, showing a few of his missing teeth as well. This didn't sit well with the young lad and he would reach for his flintlock pistol, and other cheered him to just kill Geryon. Once Geryon saw that the boy would reach for his weapon he was overcome with great anger and that would manifest and spread throughout the alley and then some. The Young Lad would no longer be reaching for his weapon but rather begin to stumble backwards, before falling on his but. He though was the only lucky one, as others would simply pass out completely.
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