The snow had long melted away the sun had been beaming down in a gentle way for at least a month now. But, this would be the first time Fidel and Pepe would make it out of their home to soak up it's rays. Their roles in Mock Town's growth and evolution being tested. All in all they felt confident that they accomplished in keeping those roles. And to celebrate Pepe was going to treat them both to a meal. Using the 'donations' they gained from their healing efforts. Due to the trouble both had kicked up a enemy force they probably can't beat was heading to the island.


That declaration was frightening when it was first said. But, thinking over it the moment it was sad boasted the actual declaration. As with that bit of info figuring out when the new Blood Moon or lunar tetrad. With the knowledge of Pepe they have decided the days that the enemy could come was either seven days from now or six days. Pepe wasn't perfect and couldn't get an exact day from what he used for research on this matter. All of that wasn't on their mind however. Something else more pressing was. And that was something to fuckin' devour. Not Woman. But food.


In unison they said each word at the same time perfectly. Strange and bazaar as this was their bond ran this deep. Saying it was just on a mental level would be a understatement, it was as if they were the same person. This unison didn't always happen but when there was something major at play. As to them food was worth more than beli. That didn't mean beli wasn't important, as it really was to them. Even today served more than one purpose. They were going to use some of this beli to do some recruiting. Usually on a Island like this getting someone to follow you didn't always mean hiring them. Jaya was a place that many came to end their career or start it on the free side. And with Fidel's efforts it should really be back to that place. They both understood that the enemy coming though had let this be known to everyone. The whispers about it still fills people's ears. So paying was the best option for what they wanted.

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Finally, they'd arrive to their destination. At a time someone would be getting their feelings hurt. Not being allowed to acquire a table for them self.  Fidel for one didn't care about this and would rather the guy just take his lonely no friend having ass somewhere else. Pepe however would spring into action, as he felt they should talk with this young lad. "Madame, you have it all wrong. This boy here, him. He was supposed to get a table for his date. This other boy."

"Eh? I ain't no damn fa-" Pepe's length and would be put on display here as he would quickly place his right hand over the face of Fidel, muffling what he'd say next. Doing all this without having to turn his gaze from the hostess.

"Let us just not get into the details of that. I will give you this....He would remove some beli, a high amount, and place it on her head....Just get us the best table in the house, with three chairs. And also a constant flow of your most expensive drink." There would be no more need for talking as their table was bought. And if the invitation to join them was accepted they could all three be seated quickly and looking at menus.

Though Fidel didn't like be lied on, he would only say one thing. "Clown." He wanted to be seated and his belly filled. All this extra wasn't even needed. They didn't need to interact with the guy and nor he. Fidel was walking into this place looking his youngest with a large (Fish)Man dressed as a creepy clown. Saying they were suspect as a understatement.

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"Sayin' that kinda makes it awkward. Pepe, this guy is weird." Fidel spoke everything on his mind, without a filter. Even though he was indifferent on if they guy stayed with them or not he would not try to make the best first impression. This is how he acted and if people couldn't accept that they would have to move around or be moved around. Also he was a bit tense due to somethings that he had to think about. An upcoming ordeal that would rock this town was on the horizon. And he pondered constantly how he would deal with it without too much collateral damage. So when Pepe would speak to him Fidel would shrug his shoulders and lose himself in thought.

"Fidel just....just figure out what you are going to order. " Pepe would say as he did like making good first impressions. Not because he wanted people to like him, he could care less about that. He wanted people to follow them. And most liked to be treated with decency. Pepe would put on the fake kindness he has mastered till he has been able to figure out what the person he wants to try and manipulate shows what they want. For Fidel it was easy to find out that he just wanted power and to live free. Along with some other things Pepe was allowed to witness he wanted to believe he had Fidel somewhat wrapped around his fat meaty fingers. "Well, Mr. Nero I am Pepe the Clown. And this pile of delinquency is Fidel D. Marx. And how I acquired this sum is by doing what I do best. But, before I can just divulge such things we should become more familiar. Pepe would pause as their first round of drinks would be brought. And their order would be asked. I would like the Lobster Thermidor."

"Just give me the sweetest thing you got." Fidel didn't really want anything else that they had on the menu, with his quick look through. Nothing stood out to him with his quick scan. He wouldn't say anything else right now as after he gave his order he would go right to his drink. Wanting to see what they were working with. And being a connoisseur of the good drink he wasn't disappointed with what they gave them. Bobbing his head up and down a few times in acceptance that this was the best stuff in Mock town.

Pepe would also take a sip from his glass, and would smile. The taste was heavenly, "You should try this Mr. Nero. It is truly remarkable."


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"No, there isn't a reason someone can't drink."

"Watch those negatives."

"You just are a child, as if you are strong it doesn't matter the state of your mind. The strong overcome everything no matter what it is. "

"W-what...Fidel. Leave, just go. What you said has nothing to do with what we are discussing. Go find another outlet in a bar or something." Pepe didn't like the way Fidel had been acting, at all. He understood what was going on in the mind of his comrade, but others didn't. And Fidel seemed like he was trying to take this all out on Mr. Nero. That is how Pepe saw it. So, having Fidel leave to go channel this frustration somewhere else was their best bet. If they wanted to have a cordial conversation. Pepe would watch Fidel get up and walk away. Watching him snag one of the trays the waiter was bringing to the table, taking his food on the go. "My deepest apologizes. He is under a lot of stress due to a problem that has come up." Pepe would say as his food was placed in front of him. Though he dressed like a clown he knew how to act with manors, when he wanted something. He would begin to eat taking a small bite to see if devour it would be worth it. Just like the wine this was damn good. After a couple more bites he'd begin to speak again.

"Magician and a Swordsmen. Seems like a troublesome combination for anyone that wants to cross you, but I don't see a weapon on you. Wait! Let me guess you can pull one out of a hat?" Pepe wasn't making fun with his comment, he actually believed that. He rode with people that called themselves magicians, and a lot of other colorful individuals. He has seen many things through his and Fidel's eyes. So, the man being able to do what Pepe thought wasn't so far stretch.


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"Murunfuffuffu....a sword less swordsman is quite hilarious. They say there is a decent blade hanging up in the Barlow Tavern, east of here. It belonged to Big Baby Jones, a pirate killed by Fidel a few months back. " Pepe wasn't telling the Man this so he could just go steal the weapon. No, he was going to start his recruiting process with this Magician. Reaching into his bag he would pull out a gold nugget, instead of beli paper or coins. Placing it on the table. He would begin to speak again. The worth of this nugget was 15m.


"You asked how I came across this much wealth, and we have talked enough to get familiar. So,I will tell you. I am a thief....nothing short of it. But I am a business clown that helps others at a cost. Soon there will be a Pirate that arrives to this Island, with intentions to slaughter everyone. But that isn't all. As a Pirate he will be robing this town as well. So I guess pillaging. " Pepe would stop talking for a bit to resume devouring his meal. Not wanting it to get cold and to also get Mr. Nero to mediate on what he was told. "There already is a  method to taking the leader of this group out, but I need people. People to help me take out the stragglers and retrieve our payment for helping." What he meant by retrieving payment was robbing the town. And he was offering a spot to Mr. Nero. As he saw the greed in the man's eyes. He struck him as someone that was done for most things if it paid well.

A plan had already been made but would change slightly as more people would be brought in. Those changes however would be brought up once those joining was solidified.

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