NEWS
Dark Horse Ricchi
The day had advanced at a fairly quick pace for Lu Dahn since he was busy as ever. He had an important photoshoot coming up for a campaign he was going to be heading, he had the Fool's Gold fiasco on his hands, and he also had some paper work to do to explain why he wasn't on Water 7 like he reported he was. Though the Fool's Gold ordeal could promote him through the ranks of the Marines, he treated it like it was a freelance or vigilante job. He didn't need the World Government knowing he was meddling in the affairs of Rear Admiral Briggs, they'd certainly crack down on him if they did.
Luckily his modeling was a perfect excuse to explain why he was absent when a Marine Lieutenant came knocking on his door at his Water 7 residence looking for him. After receiving a call from his mother telling him about it, he was quick to report to headquarters with a letter. I honestly should have already reported in ahead of time . . . It'l be fine though. He thought to himself while he paced down the road of Alubarna. His letter would arrive at Marineford in a days worth of time and all would be fine.
Where he was headed to now was the embroidery establishment he was to be meeting Baioretto at. He felt he was going through another spurt of growth so he was going to get his measurements done and also get a suit tailored to his new measurements. It was inexcusable for someone of his pedigree to not always have at least one fitted suit. On top of that he wanted to already have the suit he'd wear as a Rear Admiral ready for when that promotion came. With the Fool's Gold mission under his belt as a Commodore and this take down of Tobasko if Baioretto came through for him, it was bound to be only a few more steps away.
Lu Dahn was a fan of hard work, but if he could get credit for the work of others, he wasn't against it. Not because he was lazy, but because he knew he was more than capable of doing it, but had more important things to focus on. After all, he had people like the street dog Baioretto to handle such petty affairs. While he worked to get Lu Dahn closer to his next promotion, Lu Dahn would be getting ready for the occasion itself.
When he entered the shop a bell would ring to announce his presence. Immediately he would be tended to, for in the world of fashion and fabrics, Lu Dahn was actually a well known face. To give him poor service was to ask to go out of service.
"Mr. Ricchi! We're so glad you're here. We've readied a room for you in the back, a seamstress and tailor are on standby as well." Lu Dahn smiled at the attendant as he removed his coat. "Thank you, I'm excited to get the process underway. It may just be my mind, but I swear I've grown at least one and a half centimeters since I was measured last month." He handed the attendant his coat without her even having open arms for it or probably not even expecting for it to be handed to her. "Oh my." With the coat in her arms she lead Lu Dahn to his private room.
There he was measured then sewn a suit from scratch. Jet black, blacker than ink in fact. It was sewn with small, hardly noticeable red x's on it. Only if one were looking for it or just was that attentive to details would they notice them and when it came to Lu Dahn all his fits were worth that amount of attention. He'd be shown the suit, but he wouldn't try it on, no, not until he attained the rank it was meant for. Trusting the seamstress and tailor, he'd have the product bagged, put his coat back on, then he'd take his leave with his new suit draped carefully over his arm.
When he stepped outside he'd see Baioretto near the entrance of the shop against a wall. His brows would raise, then he'd look up at the sky to see it was indeed noon already. "Oh . . . you're here. I didn't realize it was already noon." With his free hand he'd dig in his coat pocket and confirm the time with his pocket watch. "Would you look at that." He closed the watch and put it back in his pocket before looking back to Baioretto. "So how'd it go?"
Luckily his modeling was a perfect excuse to explain why he was absent when a Marine Lieutenant came knocking on his door at his Water 7 residence looking for him. After receiving a call from his mother telling him about it, he was quick to report to headquarters with a letter. I honestly should have already reported in ahead of time . . . It'l be fine though. He thought to himself while he paced down the road of Alubarna. His letter would arrive at Marineford in a days worth of time and all would be fine.
Where he was headed to now was the embroidery establishment he was to be meeting Baioretto at. He felt he was going through another spurt of growth so he was going to get his measurements done and also get a suit tailored to his new measurements. It was inexcusable for someone of his pedigree to not always have at least one fitted suit. On top of that he wanted to already have the suit he'd wear as a Rear Admiral ready for when that promotion came. With the Fool's Gold mission under his belt as a Commodore and this take down of Tobasko if Baioretto came through for him, it was bound to be only a few more steps away.
Lu Dahn was a fan of hard work, but if he could get credit for the work of others, he wasn't against it. Not because he was lazy, but because he knew he was more than capable of doing it, but had more important things to focus on. After all, he had people like the street dog Baioretto to handle such petty affairs. While he worked to get Lu Dahn closer to his next promotion, Lu Dahn would be getting ready for the occasion itself.
When he entered the shop a bell would ring to announce his presence. Immediately he would be tended to, for in the world of fashion and fabrics, Lu Dahn was actually a well known face. To give him poor service was to ask to go out of service.
"Mr. Ricchi! We're so glad you're here. We've readied a room for you in the back, a seamstress and tailor are on standby as well." Lu Dahn smiled at the attendant as he removed his coat. "Thank you, I'm excited to get the process underway. It may just be my mind, but I swear I've grown at least one and a half centimeters since I was measured last month." He handed the attendant his coat without her even having open arms for it or probably not even expecting for it to be handed to her. "Oh my." With the coat in her arms she lead Lu Dahn to his private room.
There he was measured then sewn a suit from scratch. Jet black, blacker than ink in fact. It was sewn with small, hardly noticeable red x's on it. Only if one were looking for it or just was that attentive to details would they notice them and when it came to Lu Dahn all his fits were worth that amount of attention. He'd be shown the suit, but he wouldn't try it on, no, not until he attained the rank it was meant for. Trusting the seamstress and tailor, he'd have the product bagged, put his coat back on, then he'd take his leave with his new suit draped carefully over his arm.
When he stepped outside he'd see Baioretto near the entrance of the shop against a wall. His brows would raise, then he'd look up at the sky to see it was indeed noon already. "Oh . . . you're here. I didn't realize it was already noon." With his free hand he'd dig in his coat pocket and confirm the time with his pocket watch. "Would you look at that." He closed the watch and put it back in his pocket before looking back to Baioretto. "So how'd it go?"
