The Baratie is an ocean-going ship in the Sambas Region of East Blue. The Baratie is a fairly large ship. It takes an oval shape, with the normal masts but has a fish as a front-piece/head. The Baratie has a round bottom. A small array of cannons are lined on the sides, which can be used for battle.
Some of the finest chefs from all around the world learn how to cook here. Perhaps the most interesting thing about this restaurant is that all the cooks know how to fight as well.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2018 11:49 pm
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♫♪~ Every second is a pure affliction, But I can feel your pain. Choke back the burn of wrath as they violate your name. No sign of innocence in this godforsaken place. When the truth is in your hands, they'll spit upon your face. ~♪
Tawara could feel a killer aura upon walking on the Baratie. At first Tawara thought this would be a walk in the park. Tawara was completely wrong. The last four locations he raided. Were novice leveled, weaklings who couldn't fight back. Tawara stood up and shouted. "Look, Look! Frolicking a bit will make you guys look nicer." There was a boiling hot intensity that was weighing down on his presence. These chefs on this Baratie weren't like the other people he raided. Something told him this wouldn't be as easy as the other raids. Tawara took one step forward, and one of the Baratie chefs started sprinting at him. He wasn't helpless. So Tawara put his guard up. Tawara blocked a kick that was aiming for his face. Sliding backwards he ran back at the chef. But was intercepted by another chef who literally kicked him in the back of the head. Making his entire head cover with blood. "You guy's aren't normal chefs?" He was panting.
"This isn't going to go your way. Pirate. Hm? Who the ******** do you think we are? This is the Baratie. You attempting to raid this place. Has no longer made this place a restaurant. You're standing on a pirate ship now. Every single chef on board this ship is a pirate. Idiot." One chef in the background said. So far back Tawara couldn't even see him. Not like Tawara could take his attention off the chefs he was fighting in the first place. Tawara had been fighting the chefs left and right. Which led him to their treasure room downstairs. That was filled with money, treasure, ect. Once inside he locked the door behind him. Getting a break from fighting the chefs. Tawara was loading up on their valuables. Tawara was stealing everything that was worth money from them. It began to be recognized to him. That this lifestyle of raiding, stealing, ect. There was a sense of freedom like none other in his life. This was the freedom of the sea for a pirate. Although there were repercussions like being sent to Impel Down. Or the marines headquarters jail. Tawara had found peace in all of this mischief. The crashing waters walked back and forth. Tawara had finished stealing from the Baratie. And was now fighting off chefs left and right. To get back to his own boat. His throat was so hot, his stomach so cold. Very ironic since he was in a restaurant. So he stole their food, too. Ate till his stomach couldn't be filled anymore. And continued to fight off the chefs on board the Baratie. Tawara violently beat up most of the chefs that attempted to attack him. Tawara was very honest with fighting. Tawara was capable of holding his own against these level of pirates. Tawara had injured most of the chefs that attempted to attack him. Stealing their goods and setting off back on his own adventure. Tawara was perfectly alright. Although he was bleeding from his head a lot. This was the toughest fight Tawara had come across. In a sense the chefs on the Baratie were crazy. You didn't come across old guys that crazy often.
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Zhele pulled herself up from her small dingy onto the Baratie, having tied her lone-(wo)man boat to the floating restaurant. Her octopoid lower body dragged her across the wooden boards as she precariously transferred from one ship to the other. It had become much harder since leaving her previous master's service and consuming a devil fruit, compounded by the fact that she had once enjoyed the refreshing chill of the open ocean. Zhele looked back over the blue horizon, sighing softly as she cupped a cheek in the palm of a soft, lavender hand. Those almost glowing yellow orbs that sat restfully in their sockets stared wistfully at the reflective surface of the deep East Blue.
Several long minutes passed as Zhele day-dreamed. She eventually was broken from her gloomful dolor as a gull passed over-head, filling the air with its screeching cry. She hefted her hand-basket up into the crook of her arm as she turned to slide inside. The Baratie was surprisingly vacant. Hmm, something must have happened recently for there not to be as many patrons, Zhele mused. She placed a slender digit to her pouty lips as she thought, scanning her gaze for an open seat. As soon as those two gold irises spotted a vacant booth, Zhele slithered across the floor to sit down. She left a shining trail behind her as she pulled herself across the wooden boards with her tentacles. Today she was here to try the cuisine and see if she could incorporate the dishes into her recipes.
Zhele sat and pulled up a menu. There was so much to choose from, and it all sounded so good. Her mouth practically watered as she imagined the juicy meat sizzling on the grill in the kitchen. A rumble escaped from her mid-section and she slid a hand over her stomach to silence her discordant tummy. It had been way too long since her last meal. She ordered a large platter of grilled meat when her waiter came and had him leave the whole jug of water that he had been carrying around to fill glasses with ice-cold refreshment. She chugged the first glass she poured herself, the chilly water disappearing down her slender throat as quickly as she had filled the cup. A soft exhale escaped those plump lips as her form slumped down in her booth, having had a decent drink for the first time in days. Sure, she could drink the ocean-water as easily as any fish, but nothing beat the refreshing taste of a glass of ice-cold water. "...I can't wait to taste the food." She purred.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2018 8:21 pm
-------- He waited, for what? Who knows, but he waited. He had been here, the large, eleven foot minkman sipped on the small tankard of rum in-front of him. He was drinking to pass the time, to simply see what would happen. People who came in and out of bars usually had something going on for them, but today seemed off or boring. He shifting his hand in the air, his hand turning to fixtures of light. He felt better now about this power but he also felt, boring. He needed to get back on the grind, but he wanted a fight. That's all he was about now. He was raised to fight, and now, he would find something or someone to fight! That's how his power would grow! He looked around, and there he saw her. He didn't stop drinking, but his mind faded. His body was on auto pilot, just watching her walk to her booth for a second and then turn back to not seem like a creep. He was staring, but he was an eleven foot, jackel minkman. He sneered, his canine's showing, scaring the bartender. "Thinking..." He said aloud, lying. He listened, the sound of her and him in this place, the sound of her drinking, the sound of the meat she ordered and her glee for her next meal. --------"Put her order on my tab" Juru stated as he rose and moved over to the table right next to the tentacle laced woman's booth. He sat, right leg folded over the left. Bangles of gold shimmered on his wrists and across his waist, reflecting the sun as he put down his drink. "Hello." He started. it was, awkward to say the least. He stared, took a drink and started again. "My name is Jurualum....You want water? I'll buy this whole place's water supply for you." He was sweating now. His purple eyes stared at her yellow, and he paused. "Wanna fight?" He spat out, unsure of where to go next. He was all over, and he was sinking, but he couldn't swim, and he was bound to sink either way. He might as well just go for it. "I have also paid for your meal, and whatever else you plan to order so...Your meal is on me, and more...So order desert if you want you know? Since a meal like you deserves a snack!" He winked, but then paused and downed his drink. He felt odd, and part of him wanted him to vomit. "And man I was so close to purposing to her....I'm doing bad, really bad....Don't let her know you're thinking about how cute she looks. Ok. Fix yourself Juru." Thought's that slipped out through his mouth. He looked to her, waiting for her to respond. He was ready to see where this was going, and how bad he was doing. --------
Zhele sipped languidly on her third cup of glistening water. As she sat there, nearly day-dreaming, her eyes roamed. Those predatory eyes came to fixate on a rather tall individual. A bronze, dark-haired man who was nearly as a tall as a small giant. Hmm, he's cute. She thought to herself as she stared over the rim of her glass, no longer drinking from the cup. She drummed her fingers on the wood in front of her and quickly averted her gaze when she noticed him staring back. That could've been very awkward! Instead, Zhele found something really interesting outside to look at as a dark, purple flush spread across her skin. Damn, she had been staring. She wiped a lock of hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear as the appendages below her waist crawled around with minds of their own.
Then the sound of foot-falls echoed in the quiet restaurant as the tall, dark man strode across from the bar to the table right beside her. s**t! She cringed inwardly as barely noticeable sweat began to bead on her mauve brow. Damn it Zhele! She cursed in her head again as he took a seat and spoke an awkward, 'Hello'. Slowly she turned her head, quickly changing her manic expression to one of cold, aloofness. "How do you do?" She said in response.
Before she could introduce herself in turn, this Jurualum started again. And boy did he go. Zhele had to strain very, very hard not to smirk as he attempted to converse with her. To hide her growing bemusement, she lifted her glass slowly to her face and took a slow, quiet sip from the rim. Her pillowy lips caressed the edge of the crystalline cup, draining the water at a leisurely pace. She let him flounder as he began to sink, nearly spitting out her water when he blurted out a proposition to fight. She coughed into her glass, clearing her throat as she sat the cup down with a CLUNK. Thumping one fist on her chest and waving her other hand in front of her, she sputtered to respond. "No..COUGH...that is quite alright.." The slender, squid-lady responded fitfully.
Of course, it didn't end there. He already paid for her meal? Well, damn. Sure, he wasn't the most eloquent; He at least deserved to share her company. She sighed as he called her a 'meal', and placed her face in her palm. Despite that, she was smiling as the flush returned to her cheeks. She shook her head softly as she straightened herself. At this point, Jurualum was speaking to himself. He looked sick to his stomach, he was even sweating a bit. Maybe it was the hot afternoon sun that was glinting off of his golden jewelry? Or, maybe he was retaining too much heat beneath his flowing robe. Zhele reached over and placed a soft, delicate hand on his massive paw. Her skin was cold, refreshing like a glass of cold cucumber water. There was a thin layer of moistness that left small droplets of dew on his bronzed skin where her fingers had just rested. "My name is Zhele. Jurualum? You're doing fine." she said softly, with a calm, kind smile.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2018 4:35 pm
-------- He shoudlv'e let her finish, or give her some time to speak before he s**t the bed. It was, ok, not the best but not the worst. He had gotten somewhere, had made her laugh and, maybe, somewhere in the ether, consider him for something? She wasn't up to fight, she noticed, and she was going along with him. Maybe, just maybe she was interested in him? Maybe this could work? He felt her hand on his, how wet it was, how refreshing she felt. Somewhere he felt he could drink her up, that she would be delicious, but that was simply from feel, not, well whatever else one would imagine. She felt like water, but was it because of her race or because of something else? -------- He felt the dew she left and smiled to her, putting his paws over her hand with a smile. "Let me show you something cool then?" His hands slipped between hers, and more because he considers them hands over paws. They turned to small butterflies of light, flying from his hands to fill the bar with a barrage of color. He smiled to her, the scene turning from butterflies to the two of them walking. They held hands, walked a path with more butterflies and then, got close as if to kiss and vanished. He smiled, his hands returning to their natural state above hers. He smiled to her, a wink. "Little trick I learned" His smile getting wider. He was feeling himself, just a bit. With the year he had learned to do useless things with his fruit and now, here he was, putting it to the test. --------
--------Zhele couldn't help but feel like a Jurualum was sizing her up like a prime piece of salmon steak. While he contemplated how she felt about him, Zhele was wondering where her food was. A jolt ran up her arm as a warm palm slid against her fragile knuckles. As she had looked away for a second to peer at the bar, Jurualum had cheekily placed a massive mitt over her delicate digits. A wry smile slowly spread across those velvety pillows that adorned her smooth, feminal countenance. --------His audacity was short lived, small glittering butterflies flying from his hand as he showed her 'something cool'. They flitted through the interior of the room, painting a scene of them walking down a dimly lit path. The scene depicted them being some-where rural, as far as she could tell, with butterflies hovering lazily through the air. As the scene began to conclude, the two of them leaned in close for a kiss. While this was happening, Zhele was holding a hand to her mouth in mock surprise. "Gasp..what kind of woman do you take me for." She chided playfully as one of her squid-esque limbs unconsciously curled around his ankle and tightened. "Neat trick." She cooed, giggling slightly as the image disappeared and Jurualum shot her a playful wink. "Maybe I should show you one of mine.."
Genji Gincosu
Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2018 5:58 pm
-------- He was not the best at this! He was born and raised in fighting pits! Talking with women was best done through fighting them! The fist's did all the work! Using his mouth, doing these actions! Waste of time, but he had heard stories in bars and talked with many a person about the woo's of a woman and how to do so. They liked to be entertained, to be fed and to be listened to. He was trying his best. He was, well somewhat entertaining, blocking her food, so that was bad, and listening to her. That's top priority right? She seemed entertained, and even with her asking what type of woman he took her for, he simply smiled. There was no good answer for that because he didn't know. Wait! "A woman I want to get to know!" A smile. Yeah, that was it. Smooth! Ha ha, yeah.. -------- He felt something move around his leg, but didn't pull back. He wasn't here to be scared, more to see where this went. if this was apart of her, well, he wanted to know where this was going. "I've been practicing you know?" He said with a bright smile. He then raised a brow when she asked him if he wanted to see a trick of hers. He nodded, interested. "Why of course! Lets show off!" His smile wider as he took another drink of his tankard. Hopefully, he could relax a bit and get better at talking with her. They could have some fun if he just relaxed... --------
Having dealt with that a*****e Marine well enough before deciding she had enough punishment, Komachi would set sail again, aiming for her originally planned for destination. Having used her power so much recently had only renewed her hunger as her small a** boat arrived outside the large floating restaurant. She was sitting upon her throne of sand sideways again, drinking straight from another bottle of sake she had swiped on her way out from the last town.
The doors to the Baratie would open up suddenly as the red head smiled with a big fat grin across her blushing red face. She still had her bottle in her hand, half full most likely as she started to wobble in slowly, giggling softly as she did. "I hope you guyses still got that good food cuz I'm like soooo ******** hungry~" She laughed with a hiccup as she stumbled by a few people and stoped, body waving in place as she blinked, turning around to the man named Jurulum. She stared at him as her head wobbled slightly as she walked right up to him rather randomly, eyes narrowing as she gets right up in front of the man. For some reason she felt that she should know this man and yet, his appearance was entirely foreign to her. "Y-You..." She muttered, looking at him with a slight scowl. "I doooont know why but...but like...I don't like you. Do you owe me money or ssssomethin?" She questioned the man, trying to figure out why she had a gut feeling that she didn't like this person. Or maybe that was her liver telling her she had too much alco- naaaahh that wasn't possible, she definitely just didn't like him for some reason.
--------Zhele smiled and began to pool a glob of black, swampy tar from her hand. She was about to drop it right on Jurualum's arm when a rather loud, and obviously drunk, woman burst into the floating restaurant loudly exclaiming how hungry she was. The evidence of her intoxication hung limply in her hand, the contents sloshing as if half-full. That was a lot of sake for one person to drink. Damn, the girl must have the endurance of an ox. Zhele retracted the goopy orb that hung from her fingers, her yellow, phosphorously glowing eyes now completely focused on the red-head who confidently staggered over to their table. Zhele hadn't even finished her trick as Komachi stumbled up to them and pointed an accusatory look at Jurualum. She muttered something about the man owing her money. Oh no! Would it be a fight? That would be a shame~ She mused to herself. She leaned forward on, placing her chin on her hands, resting her elbows on the table in front of her as she looked this new woman up and down. She certainly was a looker. And she wasn't trying to eat Zhele with her eyes. Which..was a plus. No, Komachi's hate filled focus was entirely on the giant of a man sitting next to Zhele.
--------Zhele opened her mouth to speak. Her soft lips parted as she thought of how to, perhaps, diffuse this situation. But, something in the back of her mind was irking her. Part of her wanted to see what would happen. "He certainly has quite a sum to spend..." She purred, lidding her eyes as she stared at Komachi through those serpent like eyes. "He did just pay for my meal in its entirety. She sighed softly, reaching across the table to grab her own drink and take a swig. She let the water trickle down the corner of her mouth, a single droplet making a break for it across her upturned cheek and descending down her slender, supple neck. She thumped the glass down, after draining it, and exhaled. "AAH~My name is Zhele, and you are..?" she hummed in her sing-song voice, a husky smile crossing her pillowy lips as she cocked her head subtly to the side.
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-------- There was a never a dull day here. HE watched, a pool of black emerging from her hand. He wanted to see, wanted to know what was going on, but someone had come to bother him. He looked over, and the flash of red brought back memories. He could smell the alcohol and ruin that came with her. Ah, you haven't changed He thought to himself as he stared at Komochi. "Sorry Ms, you must mistake me with someone else." He said to Komochi, smiling. "If you would like, I could buy you a drink, but would request you maybe drink it over..." He paused. "There?" To the end of the bar, farthest away from him and Zhele, he points to a corner of the bar that would be away from the both of them. "My name is Jurulum though. If you want to remember the person who paid for your drink?" He is inquisitive, but he moves on and turns back to Zhele. -------- Her food arrives, a bit of tension in the air. Juru tries his best to pay no attention, but then mentions: "I'll Pay for the red haired ones drink" He says, a smirk coming from the waiter. Paying for all the pretty women today?" Says the waiter. Juru pauses, drinking from his tankard. He says nothing, looks to the man and then back to Zhele. "I am a generous man but I don't want anything happening to you" He states to Zhele, looking at her. He smiles again, but he feels tense. Is this day going to turn into something more? --------
The redheaded drunk stared at the man, the image of him in doubles and singles alternatively as she kept looking at him, thinking as hard as she could to try and remember why she should hate this guy. Unfortunately, she had no recollection of any twink a** guys that had pissed her off before and she huffed, stepping away, sitting right there on the ground, legs crossed and arms crossed as she tapped her head with the bottle of sake, thinking. "Juru...Juru...Juru..." She muttered, brain working extra hard for memory of a name she had unfortunately never even been told before. She groaned, standing up suddenly, and wobbling a bit, as she looked at him and almost pouted. "Alright mister, I do-don't know who you are bit like...I'm keepin my eyesss on you bub!" She says, doing the 'im lookin at you' sign with her fingers as she walked over to the counter, leaning back as she chugged the second half of her entire bottle of sake before leaning forwards to the bartender, flashing a lot of cleavage unintentionally as she grinned. "Alright now you heard the guy that I don't like for some reason~ He's...he's payin fer everythin so that means I want everythin~" She started giggling, fully intending to make him regret offering to pay for her drink even though she still had no idea why she was mad at him but who was she to deny a gut feeling, after all her gut was the thing that held all her sake and if that wasn't a supportive body part that deserved to be listened to, then she didn't know what was!
As she sat at the table, sand would curiously start accumulating on the floor under her, as if escaping from her kimono from having been to the beach or something as she started to giggle in place. When handed a sake bottle and glass, before he even started to pour her a glass, she would snatch the whole bottle and take a big gulp. "Hey nowwwhat kinda weak a** b***h ya take me for?" She asked in a slur, taking another bug gulp. "Jus gimme the bottles and start from tha good s**t up top~ I'll be takin it all anyways~" She chuckled, sucking down even more sake, having ingested enough between here and her stop at the pub at the last island to have killed at least a dozen men with alcohol poisoning by now. As the man nodded, going for the next bottle, she started to chug the new bottle entirely as she seemed to be 'leaking' more sand still from under her outfit that piled up around the stool under her.
--------Zhele huffs and pouts as Kamachi completely blows her off, stammering on to Juru. The red-haired stumbles away after making a hand motion to signify she was going to keep eyes on the tall, bronzed man. She was so melancholy at being ignored by the pretty, drunk woman that she hardly noticed when her food was placed in front of her. "..Thanks." She murmurs, stirring the food with a fork absently around the plate after Juru assured her that he would protect her. She exhaled slowly and leaned back in her chair, looking over to Jurualum with slightly narrowed eyes and pursed lips. A pouty face if ever there was one. She slowly picks up the plate and dumps it onto her, the contents disappearing into her body. Ripples spilled out from the epicenter of the impact as the food was absorbed into her now drippy torso. "...I'm still hungry." she grumbles, leaning forward to get a look at Komachi at the bar. The woman was drinking alcohol like a parched man would drink water. Zhele would be impressed if she wasn't so dejected. She slowly stood, the black, tarry liquid pooling around her tentacles as she slithered away from the table. Zhele placed a hand on Jurualum's cheek, caressed his neck and shoulder, as she passed him and walked towards the back of the restaurant. "I'll be right back sweety." Soft words escaped from between softer lips as she moved towards the place's pantry. A waiter stepped in front of her to stop her stating, 'Ma'am, I can't let you go back there', before she pushed him aside and pinned him to the wall with a sudden gout of inky, muddy swamp water. SLAM! The bottles rattled behind the bar, CLINK CLINK CLINK, as the poor waiter slunk to the floor in a goopy, viscous mess. She sobbed slightly, rubbing her eyes with her hands. "*HIC* I'm sorry.. I'm just so hungry." She would gasp, apologizing to the man before slithering past him and into the pantry. The fishwoman would start sweeping whole shelves of their contents, her arms becoming massive tentacle-esque goop. The food would be absorbed into that pitchy mess, globs of the black mud sloughing off of her and pooling around her busy tentacles. The aforementioned limbs would be busy grabbing whatever they could wrap their cold suckers around. Of course, this whole scene would be creating quite the ruckus. Cans falling and hitting the ground before being pulled into Zhele, glass breaking, and pans clattering together. BANG CLASH SMASH. This hardly deterred the woman from "swallowing" the contents of the food closet, her mass increasing slightly with each morsel consumed. Specifically around fatty areas, giving her curves a little more oomph.
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