Emanuel D. Angelov
"All Losses in this world are due to a lack of ability"

It was a bracingly crisp, cool night out on the cobblestones of the Commons. The stars were out and it was otherwise pleasant to observe while out on a stroll. The local tailor and cobblers down the street had hung some large, uncut, and husky strips of leather out on their front porch. The Blacksmith was extinguishing their furnace, leaving the earthy, pungent smoke of burnt coal to drift and linger down by the opposite side of the block.

On his patrol route, Emanuel took a cautious glance in the blacksmith's direction before turning and striding down the block, his eyes and ears open for any sign of a disturbance. His left brow rose up curiously as he stopped at the sight of the doused strips of leather. They had been soaked and it seemed the tailor was drying them out for the morning. Nothing unusual, but the corner of each had been scored with a knife to make some interesting markings.

He went along on his way, though took a mental note of the curious markings. On the next block, he was just as judicious and thoroughly went about his job when he came to the northern block at the foremost corner of the Commons. Ordinarily, there were ruffians and other disreputable sorts hanging out around this area. Instead of the casual street thugs, he saw two Marines sitting on a staircase without a care in the world and smoking. In uniform no less. By chance, they were both easily recognizable to him. One was the commodore he had worked with once and the other was another ensign that was slightly his junior (if he recalled correctly).

They passed around what looked like more of the same stuff that he always smuggled in as Emanuel sighed to himself. He hated lazy, good-for-nothing Marines who lazed around on the job and never took this seriously. He could just decide to pass them by and ignore them, but he decided against that option. "Tired of watching this scene over and over again..." This happened way too much and too often with the same people every time.

Emanuel could be playful and he loved a good time as much as the next guy, but he wouldn't be caught playing hooky on a job. Even if one of them was his superior in rank, he knew from experience that the man had less than half his work ethic. Not to mention, he hardly spoke as much to the other ensign if he ever had at all. Once dug into his memory, he could the white-haired scruffy man's name only vaguely, though he wasn't a hundred percent certain.

The half-fishman took a sniff of the air and then looked back around at the strips of leather that were still strung up on a post and then a devious half-smile touched the ensign's lips. He quickly grabbed the two pieces of leather and then hurried around the house so he came out right behind where the two of them were sitting and looking like they weren't exactly all-there mentally.

Just as the two of them started talking about not getting in trouble, Emanuel would plop his face between them and surprise them before speaking. "Hope it's worth getting chewed out again by our superiors." Emanuel then promptly dropped the heavy ends of the two chunks of soaked leather on their faces with a resounding 'SMACK' that echoed across the block before getting up and roughly shoving his foot into Nazaki's back. "You want me to make sure the Rear Admiral knows it was you two shirking on the job again and making the rest of us work twice as hard?"

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Emanuel D. Angelov
"All Losses in this world are due to a lack of ability"

Emanuel sighed to himself, wondering just how in the hell these two even made suitable marines, let alone one of them being a commodore of higher rank. Albeit, Emanuel had to admit silently that he was rarely a model marine himself. Still though, he didn't approve very highly of this sorry sight. His eyes were dull and he smacked the uncut soaked leather across his hand.

"You two really get on my nerves. Once in a while, I can pass off being lazy and taking the easy street on things. Honestly, I do the same thing from time to time and I admit it. At the very least though, try to act professionally and keep your smoking to a minimum. Because if our Superiors find you, than I also get reprimanded for not stopping you." Emanuel tapped his foot irritatingly.

"Personally, I could care less what you do with yourselves, but it's becoming a headache to just sit back and watch." Emanuel thought to choose his words carefully. Whether he liked it or not, Nazaki was still his superior officer in rank. He might have some tricks up his sleeves, but he honestly didn't want to have to pull those out too much if he didn't have to. "It'd be a shame if I end up getting another suspension for this."

"So than, should I make sure that the boss knows it was you two who didn't sweep the perimeter on your routes? Should I also let him know that it was you two who posted the dirty pictures all over his quarters?" Emanuel grinned deviously down at the two of them. Truth be told, there were no such dirty pictures in his room.. yet. But Emanuel didn't mind letting them think that there would be. Just in case, he DID happen to snatch some blackmail material to back up his threat.

Ever since his little 'accident' on Sandy Island, he had noted to himself to be more cautious with how he procured his 'cookbooks'. He didn't want a repeat with the Marine Inspector almost court martialing him. As it turned out, one of the other marines was a major pervert and had been spying on the girl's bath and chance held it that Emanuel had happened upon them and helped himself. They could fill in the blanks themselves.

"So than... should I?"

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Emanuel D. Angelov
"All Losses in this world are due to a lack of ability"

This night was turning out to be far weirder than he had ever anticipated. Emanuel blanched with a hand placed to his forehead. "THEY KNOW! They just have their work cut out so much they're forced to tolerate it." Being one of the higher ups had to be not all it's cracked up to be if dealing with these two was part of the everyday. Emanuel didn't even bother continuing with his threat. He did have a point that Emanuel had been into some shady spots and he'd back-sassed or pissed off enough superiors that he couldn't guarantee he wouldn't be among the accused. Besides, it probably wouldn't help sober up these two anyways.

Just as he had been caught up in his thoughts, a woman passed on by, handed out Den Den Mushis to all three of them and then moved on before Emanuel even had a chance to say thanks. Emanuel stood in wonderment for a moment, thinking that his patrol seemed to just be getting weirder as he pocketed snail and turned his back. It looked like an ordinary Den Den after he examined it, but a part of him wanted to just throw it in the water.

Who was she? Enzo seemed to pop to life for a bit just to wonder  what had become of her to pass these out with no charge. He was suspicious as well and traced his finger over it, expecting to find a button or some kind of secret inside one of these. Finding none, Emanuel for the moment decided to keep it in his pocket before turning his attention back.

"I'm certainly smarter than somebody who can't walk straight at the moment." Emanuel turned his attention down to Enzo who also seemed like he was not in the right state of mind. He walked over and leaned down to flick his fellow ensign in the forehead with his index finger. "I have to ask... what the hell are you two smoking to begin with...."

Emanuel was preparing to walk away then the tanned commodore got up and suddenly seemed like he was trying to rope him into something he didn't want to be a part of. Emanuel by reflex started to refuse, but than an idea occurred to him. Both of them were completely out of it and about to head into town on some misadventure that could go anywhere.

He was mildly curious. With a snarky, devious grin appearing on his features, he had to admit that going to find this Pablo Torres could at the very least give him a good laugh. If nothing else, it would probably be best not to allow these two to go unsupervised so he turned about and decided to play along for the moment. "Alright than. Where do you wanna start?"

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