Day two for Dante on Water 7 and he still had no leads on where to locate the Shichibukai Kiretsu. Where the broker set up his operation wasn't common knowledge, but through his own underworld dealings Dante had scrambled up enough information to be led to Water 7 to chase what seemed like myth. While the name wasn't foreign to people given he was a Shichibukai, Dante couldn't pry any more information out of anyone regarding any black market activity occurring on Water 7. This was especially odd, because every Island he had been on before had a black market of its own. He wouldn't be able to believe a city with an economy as great as Water 7's didn't have dirty money being filtered through it and laundered in everyday businesses. "It's nearly midnight, can we call it a day?" Verde lagged behind Dante, the street traffic was finally beginning to thin out to just a hand full of people on a road at a time. "After I check out this restaurant we'll call it a day." Along with Dante and Verde was the 8`6 model Centurion. It clanked on the cobblestone road with each step it took. Along with this clanking there was the never ending sound of running water from the waterways that networked throughout the city. There were a few murmurs from other pedestrians as well, but other than that the trio walked in silence on the walkway beside the waterway. "Why are we headed towards the harbor? Aren't the restaurants back behind us?" Verde was also a youth who had questions to ask, which Dante admired and loathed at the same time. "It's a ship hosted place. A crew of pirates run it, but happen to also be great chefs. Draws in a crowd of people with money and a appetite for finer things. But more importantly who also aren't scared to rub elbows with a few criminals. . . . People like us basically." Verde nodded and gave a lazy yawn in response.

Making it to the harbor with hundreds of ships lined up in front of them, Dante analyzed a few of them for but a moment before walking over to a specific one. "How do you know which ship it is?" It showed no more signs of life than the others on the exterior, but Dante walked with nonchalant confidence to a seemingly desolate galleon. Only a few men standing watch were on the deck, but that was the case for the other ships as well. "They have a lot of silverware inside. It's actual metal and not wood." He was becoming quite accustomed to his Devil Fruit's abilities. Though he had yet to use it in combat, it had practical supplementary uses as well. "You eating?" Dante asked as they continued walking towards the large ship. Like the other vessels at the harbor it was lit below the deck, lights shining brightly through the windows giving the idea of being warm on the inside. "Yeah, walking around for a whole day surprisingly makes a person hungry you know." Dante laughed a bit and nodded. "Are you?" Dante wasn't a big fan of eating in public since getting burned up dealing with Cervantes, so he wasn't going to eat. That was one of the worst things about the incident given he was quite the foodie and loved a nice cooked plate of pasta. "I'll have Centurion swallow some food for me to take back to the Arakhne." Being fully mechanized the robot obviously didn't need food and while it wasn't designed to store food, being made of metal it was a great heat retainer and it had a bit of storage space on the inside. "Enjoy your lead poisoning." Verde stuffed his hands in his pockets as they stopped in front of the on water restaurant. "Take a seat." Just as he directed Verde to take a seat, Dante too sat on a few forlorn boxes at the harbor. The Centurion also sat, but the box it sat on creaked painfully under the things weight. "Not you. Get up." As ordered the A.I. got off the box and stood idly as directed. "We have to wait until some customers come out before we can go in." Lifting his mask from the bottom to onto the top of his head Dante exposed his bandage wrapped face. Only his eyes were visible until he lifted his glove clad hand to his mouth and wriggled free a few bands of bandage from over his burned mouth. Putting a cigarette in his mouth he lit it and took a puff. A few people walked by the trio retreating to their own ships for the night or out minding their own business.

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Dante coughed a bit as some of the smoke irritated his lungs. It had been a while since he smoked since it irritated his burns. It was well worth it however as it took the edge off and allowed him to relax as he waited for a few people to open up some room aboard the ship. As they waited eventually a guy approached and asked a question. He was fairly open with his curiosity, something Dante thought was funny and a bit annoying at the same time. Verde just turned over his shoulder to look at the guy and of course Centurion didn't answer or even give acknowledgment to the man's presence. "He took a vow of silence. Doesn't talk. You look like a man with a few stories. What are you?" Dante flicked away his unfinished cig into the water near the boat before he spoke and slid his bandages back over his mouth. His mask rest atop his head still as he turned his attention to the man and stuffed his hands in his pockets. He was a tall fellow. Broad all american built type of guy with a steely look to him. Definitely went through his fair share of life before arriving at this moment to ask his question. A rouge breeze would sigh overtop the area bringing in a sea salt aroma and four people from the floating eatery. Dante's eyes alone scrolled with the people as they walked in front of the group to filter into the light traffic on the road to Dante's left. His coat was resting on his shoulders draping over the back of the box he sat atop of until he stood up, his hands coming out his pockets as he did so. "I'm not usually one to toss out a meal to strangers, but since I'm not eating care for a bite to eat?" He would turn and look up to the stranger, he hated having to do so, look up at someone. His neck was fine, but he felt "less than" when doing so. As is he was back in his childhood asking his father for some spare change to get a bite to hold him over for the day. This time Dante had the opportunity to be the one feeding, however. Not that it made him feel like a bigger man, but he found it to be a funny relation to his past.

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Dante nodded as the man repeated what he had said. One man echoing and  accepting the fact the robot had taken a vow of silence and the other resonating with the lie he told as to remember to tell it to others that asked. Dante would continue to nod to the man's words until he gave him his name. A name was a powerful in this world or at least in these times with the lifestyle Dante led. It could sway nations to war or force a nation to its knees. He found it odd that he himself was laying the name Birdie to rest when it was just now getting actual power behind it. He had to be sure to amount a different flavor of power with the name Dante for the time being. That way when the time came to tie the knot and bind the two names, he'd have two different world's of power that he couldn't be robbed of. He liked the thought of it all, but for now he would focus on making an acquaintance of this behemoth of a man. "Dante." Seeing the extended hand that came with the exchange of names Dante chuckled beneath his bandages. "I'm not one for formalities unless I'm closing a deal." "Even then the handshake would come with a knife for your back." Verde chimed in and gave a roll of his eyes at Dante's mannerisms. Shaking his head at Verde's own antics, Dante began to walk to the boat with Jasper having accepted his invitation. "I'm sure we could work something out once I see what talents or knowledge you have." Dante half expected Verde to make another knife remark, but he seemed to be minding his own business.

"How many?""Table for four." Dante said to the man who seemed to be in charge of seating. They weren't even on the ship's plank to the deck before they were asked, so the place must really host a unique crowd of people or be home to some shady dealings. Dante liked it.
The group would be cleared to enter, but not before the man gave Dante's party a suspicious size up. It surely had to be an odd group of customers, but Dante was sure the man had seen more outlandish groups. "You'll meet your server inside. Weapons in this chest please." He waved an arm which beckoned the group up the plank onto the deck where an empty treasure chest was. Dante and Verde would drop their guns into the chest and that would be it. Centurion was a walking weapon as was Dante's Jacket, but that was none of the man's business nor was he aware. After the disarming was done he would walk ahead of them to a door which led below the deck to the restaurant.

While the ship was a galleon and Dante expected something upscale, it was far more luxurious than he had expected. The glances his party received when they approached the plank were now a bit understandable. "Would you look at this." The ambience was set perfectly and the noise level hovered at an amount of decibels that gave the room a feeling of life, but not banter one could not ignore. The other guest seemed to be well off as most were dressed nice, others were obviously pirates, but even then they dressed in a way that said they had done their fair share of looting and belonged in such a prestigious establishment. "Looks like you picked a fine day to turn up Jasper." Dante laughed as he followed their server to their table which was on the outer ring of the room. There being two rings, the outside and inside. Those on the outside were near the walls of the restaurant which was actually an aquarium. Those on the inside were closer to a cylindrical tube like aquarium that also housed fish in it and provided some light to the room.

Dante's party were seated at a round table, giving each of them a nice amount of empty space to their sides no matter where they sat. "My name is Bryson and I'll be your server today. Can I start you off with drinks?" "I'll take the most poisonous bottle of wine you guys have." The waiter made a face, but jotted whatever down on his note pad then looked at Verde. "Same." Another face that communicated faint disgust, he looked at the Centurion. "He's fine." Last was Jasper whom Dante hoped knew he could get whatever he wanted. After that was done, Dante would look at Jasper with his ominous peepers. "So what are you doing on Water 7? Don't seem like a Marine or a merchant."

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Dante spotted the straggler of the group, but didn't give a reaction to him as he seemed to be very intrigued by the fish and unaccustomed to the luxury the ship had to offer. Dante had a similar experience the first time he got into a high end restaurant, not only did he marvel at the things he saw, but he also experienced a feeling of pride. He had clawed his way up from heaps of trash and poverty to paying for his own meals that costed more than the clothes on most people's backs. This is why he was never one to shy away from indulging in the spoils that he accumulated over the length of his piracy and business dealings. He had gone so long being hungry, not only in the literal sense, but as far as realizing his true potential and seeing his ambitions fulfilled. He already knew in his last few years of living should they be spent in retirement and not out working the seas, he'd be one fat son of a bitch.

Dante leaned back in his seat, his arms spreading to their full wingspan to rest on the backs of the seat, but in no one's space. While it was a minute use of his abilities, keeping the filings of titanium laid flat to not damage the seat was something Dante had to expend a bit of focus on as to not raise any suspicions. It required a bit of his attention, but it was also a nice exercise for his newly found abilities. Dante's eyes were restless as Verde and Jasper ate the complimentary breadsticks. Scanning the patrons of the eatery, he was happy the fish tank in the middle of the establishment was kept clean for he could see straight through the water. While the images of those beyond the aquarium were distorted, he still could get a general feel of the crowd. While their appearance in the aesthetic department was out of the ordinary, there were two other tables that had people Dante dubbed as pirates or criminals of some sort at them.

"Eh, at least it was Water 7 you got abandoned at, as opposed to any of these other islands in the Grandline. They can be pretty unforgiving." Dante shifted in his seat a bit as he felt he saw a familiar face, but he wasn't quite sure what note they had left off on. He had encountered and bled too many people to be able to remember who he already turned into a victim and who was unscathed.

"That actually seems like a top notch power. Can you shoot the stuff too?" Verde entertained the guest while Dante ran through memories in his head of the person it was he was stealing glances at. While he would have been very interested in Jasper's powers he sadly missed the display. "Verde, when's the last time we spoke to Tyr the Steel Hand?" "Hm?" Verde hummed as he looked over to Dante then followed where his eyes were looking to see the very familiar looking man who was dining with a few others a few tables away.

He was a Marine Dante had done dealings with. It'd surely be a nice piece of blackmail to be able say that man, who was imprisoned for pirate related crimes, but found redemption by pledging his life to the Marines, was playing in the Black Market with Pirates. "Last contact we had with him was before you went to Alabasta and got tied up with Cervantes." The beverages came, both Dante and Verde looked up and thanked the waiter, before going back to their conversation. "So about three years ago." One could hear the pondering that was going on inside Dante's mind through his tone of voice. Verde simply nodded as he began pouring himself a cup of the wine. "Drinking?" He had poured his and let the tilted bottle hover above Dante's glass waiting for his confirmation. "Yeah." It was evident he was mentally absent for the most part right now despite the fact his focus was now back at his own table, albeit staring thoughtfully at the glass of wine Verde poured for him. "Are we ready to order food?" With all the drinks handed out the waiter stood patiently awaiting orders. Dante just gave a wave of denial letting the man know he wasn't eating. "I'll have whatever it is that guy is eating." He pointed at a table adjacent from the group at a couple that was near the aquarium that was in the middle of the room. "That'd be the bouillabaisse." Verde gave a shrug of his shoulders. "Lets have it then." The waiter nodded and shifted his focus to Jasper then, ignoring Centurion as he'd yet to even show signs of life.

After the orders were taken Dante would grab his glass of wine and reacquaint himself with the guest. "Sorry about all that, just business stuff. Not a big fan of alcohol?" He moved his bandages with his other hand, so that he could actually drink the wine, then did what it was he had prepared for. Setting the glass back down he waited for Jasper's answer while playing through scenarios in his head as to how he'd wriggle his parasitic claws back into Tyr.

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